Every Girl Should Have a Poem Written for Her (19)

H______

I was once
When I was younger
Bigger than life
In your eyes.
Often I wonder:
What am I now?
Kick starting my life
More than thirty years through
No longer do I fare the seas
Nor scale the pale purple mountains—
But tear down my house
So that I may build anew.
No longer do I ride the rails
Or speak with the dead in Pompeii—
But answer my youngest daughter’s questions
Bring them into my bed so we are not alone at night
No longer am I a light in the night
Drinking the reddest of wines—

No.

I’ve given that up, now.

A mother, of daughters two.

Tearing down my house

And flexing these hands

Ready to rebuild

Anew.

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