The Tigress’ Cub

A tigress groomed her lone cub such
That it grow to be a mighty heir
A tigress groomed her lone cub such
That no other shall ever compare.

The cub had been painstakingly taught to walk
Before he’d known how to see
The cub had been taught to hunt and kill
And so unquestioningly did he.

The tigress grew older and firmer and prouder
Who could hope to match her son?
After all, she thought, I have groomed him so well
And faults in him are none.

He is, she said, reflecting now,
A spitting image of me-
But of course not, he is better than I was
He is both, what I am, and what I never could be.

But the day did come, like it always does
When the youth, is young, and its spirits are high
That the cub, so loving, and so loved,
Did choose his mother to defy.

Of all people! My! How could he have known
The tigress’ unadulterated rage
With a simmering wrath such as never before
A war with him she did wage.

But, thought the cub, as he tried in vain
To parry his mother’s blows
Against her he did not wish to fight
It was a simple of a differing life ideology.

A creative streak he did possess
But he did not choose how to wield it
For he knew, his choice
Would invariably be wrong.

And so, as dictated, he did conform and progress
With life, with family, with friends.
But sometimes, he thought, he might regret
The choice he desired and did not defend.

– Opal

Opal is a friend and a guest author. Her poem reminded us of Miles’ favourite quote,

“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting”
– E.E.Cummings