This might have been better timed for January, the anniversary of the famous Supreme Court decision, but who can tell when an idea will strike? The idea for this was inspired by a poem written by a poet from Martha's Vineyard which was published on Facebook in the "Martha's Vineyard Poetry Society." It was a "coming of age" type poem which included the mention of being "not quite twenty-one." The event(s) at this poem's heart happened when I was not quite twenty-one.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
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Choice
I was actually in love
Or felt I was, back then
(In the year of Roe V. Wade)
With two different young men.
One was my "old" boyfriend from
The college I'd left, 'twas "no go."
The other, met at the new school
Missed his girl, elsewhere also
As I was missing my guy.
For us both, sweet misery;
Joint loneliness drew us together.
Fell for each other accidentally.
When #1 finally joined me
At the new school, we tried--
Sad. Life plans blown up by fate and time.
We found we no longer harmonized.
Distraught, I turned to #2
His roommate liked me, too.
Was with them both, unprotected
An "oops" of the worst kind ensued.
Not a difficult decision:
A mother I was not prepared to be
#2 and roomie cleaved to their own,
Bad situation for us all three.
University Hospital physician
Had opened his own clinic
In the new legal environment
The answer, safe and therapeutic.
My choice: never regretted,
Two sons, born and raised since,
Both chosen and planned,
The best thing, at least, in this.
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This diary is a day late,
due to a failure on the part of bigjac.
Better late than never.