April 23, 2014

 

 

I see her now

as others saw her then;

an outcast and prisoner,

ruled by men.

 

I joined her briefly

when the tadpoles came,

but left before the frogs,

her name, could claim.

 

I see her now,

as though she is still here.

The outcome as yet,

alas, not being clear.

 

I joined her briefly

though she did exclaim,

with bitterness

about her given name.

 

I see her now

through eyes more wise.

An out of body

worthwhile exercise.

 

I joined her briefly

on a mercy trail,

but left after the wind

had taken sail.

 

I see her now

and feel that I can view,

a clearer picture of one

from whom I grew.

 

I joined her briefly

somewhere down the line.

She doesn’t know, I know,

that she is mine.

 

 

 

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