Her Father, my Mother
Who is to be blamed in blame games
For expectation, setting standards To be kept, to be matched
I blame her father, she blames my mother
It is not Mars or Venus that holds blame tags
To be renamed, pointing fingures in blame game named
Her father is Venus and my mother is Mars
She moulded Mars, my mother did
For a man to be who I am
I blame her father
Fathering her love and expectation
Mr Venus setting standards bars soo high
I blame her father she blames my mother
Now we are playing catch up, learning fast
From rule books, discovery of unwritten love manual
And men are from motherly Mars
I bet you didn't think of it this way
Very interesting and thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteMy poem: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/25/she-sat-alone-2/
well capture of the targeted sentiments.
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The blame game never works. Nice poem about the futility of it all.
ReplyDeleteA creative look at our history... we actually have the best of both our fathers and mothers.
ReplyDeleteHappy day ~
Sounds like the honeymoon has come to an end. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteSo great and your honeymoon has ended too bad it could not go on forever. Happy rally and my entry this first rally for me is http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/01/life-memories/
ReplyDeleteHa-ha! Where's the like button? This is great stuff.
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