Child Rising

Layer upon layer,
expectations for perfection.
Like yeast-leavened dough
worked and plied,
slathered with to-dos.
You-wills pummeled into thinning skin.
Turned again and again by strong hand.
Beneath the slamming and kneading,
beginnings obliterated.
Raised to croissant elite.
Bran muffin, never an option.

Posted for dVerse Quadrille Monday, a bit late! Quadrille is a poem composed of exactly 44 words, sans title. The prompt word, to be included in some form for this post was “up” — I’ve used “upon”.  dVerse is a wonderful virtual pub for poets at  Prompts are given every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Come join us!

7 thoughts on “Child Rising

  1. Dr. Crystal Grimes May 8, 2019 / 6:01 am

    This really spoke to me. “Beginnings obliterated.” Very thought-provoking and well written.


  2. Mr. Walker May 8, 2019 / 9:52 am

    Lovely – I like the strong hands despite the thinning skin.


  3. katiemiafrederick May 11, 2019 / 5:16 pm

    Online Learning
    For a Lifetime of
    Arts and Sciences
    Expanding Evermore Up
    Now Where She Goes No
    one Really Knows Feels and
    Senses Future of Human Nature
    As We Become our Tools Remains Potential..:)


  4. JoHanna Massey May 20, 2019 / 9:28 pm

    Excellent analogy. What a challenge with only 44 words to use. Well done. Thank you.


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