i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
as if i sculpted it
with my own hands. i did not.
this past was waiting for me
when i came,
a monstrous unnamed baby,
and i with my mother's itch
took it to breast
and named it
History.
she is more human now,
learning languages everyday,
remembering faces, names and dates.
when she is strong enough to travel
on her own, beware, she will.
a mantra for anyone who goes beyond what they've inherited. great piece!
great expressive writings- i with my mother's itch took it to breast and named it History.////
took it to breast and named it History.- - - -past that belongs to our life and history....... very well potrayed here dear poetess. thank you. tony
............I agree with Colleen....this is most interesting....excellent theme as well ★
You go girl! It doesn't get any better than this powerfully penned poetess puts it down like it is never a false word spilling from her love-filled lips