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Subject: {ASSM} "Consumption" a poem (Mf, inc cons, bleak)
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Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2004 23:10:03 -0500
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"Consumption"    by   kids_at_play


 From the day she is born, you dote on her,
An endless supply of love you give;
Amazed by her birth, the miracle as it were,
She is the reason, your will to live.

A loving father, a protective guard, you are,
Keeping watch o'er your love;
Safe from harm and all that is bad, by far,
Holding her tight as a glove.

Her blue eyes they capture you, ensnared,
Watching your every move;
She smiles at you, the one so fair-haired,
Your love you need not prove.

Your heart melts when she calls your name,
"Da-da" fresh on her lips;
Her love for you is in her eyes, all the same,
"I love you" from her mouth slips.

As she grows, as the years carry on, you wait,
For the right time to show her;
How much you love her, it has to be fate,
A father in love with his daughter.

Years have gone, now she dotes on her father,
The tides now have been turned;
In him she sees not only her dad, but her lover,
Time for a lesson to be learned.

She needs him, she wants him, no abandon,
As she did from that first day;
Seduced he is, in her eyes he sees sin,
And falls freely, together they lay.

Caught up in passion, unholy to some,
Their bodies each other claim;
Clinging together, bonded as one,
Incest be thy name.

The seeds are sown, the daughter is lain,
On the bed of lust;
The father's sin, what more to gain,
To covet her, he must.

Shame grows wild, like the vine, not sweet,
She fears the worst;
Both feel the wrath of their desire, no treat,
Instead, it is a curse.

Broken union, bonds of family, no more exist,
Shattered by broken trust;
Estranged he is, by the one he loved, remiss,
His heart now turned to dust.

Decades flown by, memories faded, but one,
He still shares in his heart;
Sitting there silently, his life just 'bout done,
One final vision to impart.

The love of his life, that sweet little baby,
The miracle given to him;
Her smile, her eyes, so dear to him, maybe,
He committed the ultimate sin.

And so slipping neath the veil of deep sleep,
He sees her face no more;
One last laugh, one final smile, he will keep,
As he closes that last door.
 

kids_at_play


"Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to
believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally
terrify me."  (Gary Allan)


"Thank Heaven for little girls!"  (Maurice Chevalier)
 
"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful -- 
1965) 

"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body."   (Ralph Waldo Emerson) 

"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."    
(Anon) 

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats,   "Endymion"     1818 

Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them. 

kids_at_play 

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