THE ONES THAT I WORSHIP
by Pauline Yvonne Parker

There are living among two dutiful daughters,
Of a man who possesses two beautiful daughters,
The most glorious beings in creation
They'd be the pride and joy of any nation.
You cannot know nor yet try to guess
The sweet soothingness of their carress
The outstanding genius of this pair,
Is understood by a few, they are so rare.
Compared with these two every man is a fool
The world is most honoured that they should deign to rule
And above us these goddesses reign on high.
I worship the power of these lovely two
With that adoring love known to so few
'Tis indeed a miracle, one must feel
That two such heavenly creatures are real,
Both sets of eyes, though different far, hold many mysteries strange,
Impassively they watch the race of man decay and change
Hatred burning bright in the brown eyes with enemies for fuel,
Icy scorn glitters in the grey eyes, contemptuous and cruel
Why are men such fools they will not realize
The wisdom that is hidden behind those strange eyes,
And these wonderful people are you and I.

from "Parker & Hulme: A Lesbian View" by Glamuzina and Laurie