Antigone

In our searching for love
We are moved to pity

There is no pin of prophecy
Or sacred law so to bind
Our hearts together

We are not servants to fate,
Or antiquities of swollen pride

We are not destined to
Become our resentful mothers

Or shed the skins of our retired fathers

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And what kind of love is that when it is out of pity?
Not the kind the recipient would want...
Sometimes our mothers can be resentful...perplexing...
Miss both my parents quite a bit.
in some ways I think I became my father.
relatable poem...and I like the whole King Leer nod.