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The Angel’s Plight
There was a little angel whom was fat
Out side St. Peters gates she sat.
She had squeezed, and turned
Until her hips had burned,
But Gods gate she could not get through.
St. Peter shook his head
For he thought the angels plight sad.
As he turned to go, he said
“Angel go below,” “the Devil has a fat vat!
For she saw what a fool she had been
She had eaten herself double
A diet was but trouble.
Now she must pay for her sins
There is a moral to be found here
As the fat angel’s fate grows near
With your scales you can level
Or, eat yourself to the devil
And be unhappy, both outside and in.
- Virginia L. Kennon Akin, 1976
My mother was at odds with herself about weight, beauty, talent, and like many of us- feeling loved. She passed away in 2005. My memories of her were that of Elizabeth Taylor in looks- dark hair, tan skin, and she had a beautiful singing voice. Not to mention her penmanship was always being complimented. However her education only went as far as the sixth grade. She grew up in rural Louisiana, just outside of New Orleans on a farm, and married at fourteen. She had four children, but left that abusive relationship. Four kids in tow, Virginia Louise Kennon eventually met and married my father later in life. She had three children, including me being the middle child.
I remember her battle with depression, and other mental illness that harbored her desires to achieve more than that of a simple house wife. She wanted to go back to school, but having three kids in an impoverished lifestyle with my father, she just felt it was not possible during those times. Eventually she was hospitalized from a fall. She would never walk again, and remained in a nursing home until her death. My father passed shortly before her, and we felt she never got over his not coming to visit her.
I admired my mother for her many talents. She talked about publishing her own poetry book, Frogs & Roses. So, I once I publish my own poetry book, I am including her works as well.