Coincidence

 The chicanery of coincidence I learned too late.

 It is subtle, coincidence, it has many names.

 Childhood and playthings

 Pre-school and mother-knows-best.

 Trust me, I’m an educator and

 Trust me, I love you.

 What, how can all of this be coincidence?

 Ah there is the deception.

 Childhood was miserable and so was theirs.

 Coincidence

 Playthings hurt and hurt them too.

 Coincidence.

 Pre-school lied to me and to them too.

 Coincidence.

 Mother isn’t sure and neither is their’s.

Coincidence.

Education is knowledge and not wisdom

Coincidence.

He doesn’t love me, nor her either.

Coincidence.

Could there possibly be a God to answer my ache?

How can you believe such nonsense?

Because now the impossible is easy.

 

Sandra K Woodiwiss ©2012