Engagement party | 1968

She was her best hope.

Her son had picked up a few bad habits of an only son,

a little too indulged by his father,

a slight sense of entitlement;

had translated into too much drinking, a fondness for gambling,

the next job would be better than the last.

Perhaps she'll ground him,

her kindness and common sense,

will rub off,

she will succeed where she had failed,

at the very least,

her grandchildren will inherent

something of her,

and the best of him.

It was her best last hope.


amy pleasant 2015

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