Morganatic Marriage
My body has a morganatic marriage with my soul.
We tried to get legitimized - allow our kids to
rise
to what we think should be their royal
opportunities,
but Universal Law says no. So I'm here in the
back -
bringing up my babies, doing what I can to get
them
immunized from polio and rabies, sending them
to school
and comforting the little tykes when they come
home,
weeping at the jibes they get from their
immortal
schoolmates who keep taunting them because
they'll
never reach the Throne. Can't help that I'm a
mortal
Commoner, I tell them, as I wipe their little
noses and
dole out the snacks. "Transcend the cracks!" I
root
them on. "Be happy, sweets! - don't cry!" (But
you
try telling all your kids it's okay that
they'll die.)
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