Daughter
Your body has become
all elbows and knees
and lately you’ve
begun speaking
in riddles. This is not
my city. I don’t
have any answers.
And it will only
get worse–one day
I’ll find you
admiring your own
wings in the bathroom
mirror. I’ll think
I understand–
you have my horns,
my mostly impenetrable
scales–but I won’t.
How could I?
The world you’re
preparing for
is one
without me.
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Lovely
Solid poem—I really like the wings in the bathroom mirror
beautiful
Very nice – I especially like the wings in the bathroom mirror, too and the ending – how true that is!
I loved the wings in the bathroom mirror too — and the ending. These new poems you are sharing are fresh and agile. It’s almost like they have wings.
She brings out your best. Love the ending and how true it is
This is tender and direct. The line about how she speaks in riddles was something I could relate to, and the feeling it will only get worse also. Lovely work.
I like how “all elbows and knees” morphs to “wings.” True!
Truly lovely– captures transitions of our babies well! Tugged my heart!