Beady eyes all consuming, watches
from a tree, as I sit contemplative
observing my continence, flying closer
‘What would her breaking point be?’,
it gesticulates, gently cooing to the other
Teary eyed, she wept repetitively
as uncontrollable laughter erupts
the absurdity to weep over Bobby
as cause for such quixotic display
Her medical results came in
something I had passed on
during my pregnancy to her
Nothing dire now but we
need to operate before it
conspires to turn malignant
His school reports that he,
without proper support will
surely be a disappointment
as was the case for little Einstein.
Frightened, medical advice and tutors
I sought, only to find myself alone
in my battles, hoping to just hang on
None were forthcoming!
By weeks end, Doctors and Tutor
were found, only to be inundated
with many more requests thereafter
for the same.
They came once again,
the two birds wrestle in
love’s embrace, hoping to
dissuade the rock: my strength,
my terrace they choose to nest in
Mock me all you want!
My name isn’t Jessica for naught!
I will not quake at challenges
and I will surely NOT break
for I am strongest, within my broken self.