Once upon a time I was a dancer, wanting to be a nun,
and then I was a lover, true, true lover,
then a mother.
And then I was a widow, single mother,
bitter and broken-hearted to the core.
Then wed again, and mothering
a crowd of shouting boys, who all grew tall and left me,
and their father left me too.
Now once again a lover,
gardener, planter of trees and harvester of stories,
and feeder of cats.
My nose is flat
From leaning up against the windowpane,
Wondering what they do in there -
The happy people,
...