Under the thin veneer of middle class trappings, the daughter, the wife, the homemaker and mother, thrives a thespian, an actress in the true theatre of life, living the tragedy and folly of the ages, grasping at the throat of the beast, strangling the breath and life of each word, each moment unto itself, marvelous and majestic, the miracle of the moment…..beyond the cries of the critic, the mundane dance of the dull witted, the causal observer, the artlessness of the whither willow, the aimlessness of the sightless…..there in and there is the full beauty of the beautiful, the light of the day, on her knees and before her God, Rosalyn pleads for the written word, the last defendant, the last bastion, the true citadel of the righteous, to the end, to the end of time.
Under the thin veneer of middle class trappings, the daughter, the wife, the homemaker and mother, thrives a thespian, an actress in the true theatre of life, living the tragedy and folly of the ages, grasping at the throat of the beast, strangling the breath and life of each word, each moment unto itself, marvelous and majestic, the miracle of the moment…..beyond the cries of the critic, the mundane dance of the dull witted, the causal observer, the artlessness of the whither willow, the aimlessness of the sightless…..there in and there is the full beauty of the beautiful, the light of the day, on her knees and before her God, Rosalyn pleads for the written word, the last defendant, the last bastion, the true citadel of the righteous, to the end, to the end of time.