.... and you haven't even read my thesis, <br />you know, the one gathering dust that said 'this is <br />a girl whom to be reckoned with, <br />a unique mind' and blah and blah <br /> - what a sober laugh, that you might care. <br /> <br /> <br />The Ph.D sponsored, researched, encouraged, <br />waitress, washing hands (lost job) undamaged, <br />whilst I lived on in humiliation, <br />miles away, and condemnation - <br /> <br />until just at the ceremony <br />of that which was supposed to be <br />you kept -my name on top, the leaflet, <br />and, of course, presumably lost it. <br /> <br />Gathering dust in the shaded bookcase <br />keeping it there for a 'just in case' <br />you might perhaps take the time to read: <br /> <br />but - no... there's the Daily Mail, or Times, to heed. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Pretty novel at its time. <br /> <br />Mine. It was mine, and remains.... shame - mine. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Let's face it: your interests never lay with me. <br /> <br />Only the rest of your family. <br /> <br />Proudly, you annouce your daughter as 'Doctor'. <br /> <br />In the know, I know you should not ought to.<br /><br />Tara McH<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-doc-whoopee/
