The poetry that I am blogging is from a book of my Grandmother's work that I published in her memory. Any and all the royalties that come in from the sales of this book are being donated to the American Cancer Society and to the research into the cause and cure of Alzheimer's and Dementia.
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A Single Standard
Why not a single standard
A right for one and all
I won’t be placed upon a stand
To break, perchance to fall.
Thus cries youth in anger
Love creeps in and then
We hear a single standard
Asked by youth again.
Love grows strong, life goes on
The single standard too
Baby comes, we wonder if
The standard will ring true.
The standard holds, babies arms entwine
Around the heart of youth
Time goes on, in life and love
Youth is learning truth.
The answer youth is learning
Is an answer to us all
There can be no single standard
Where there is a babies call.
