UPON REFLECTION

When I first saw her, I knew
That she was everything
I wanted to be

Her smile, captured in their eyes
Shone into every corner
Creased their faces in wonder

Shadows appeared darker
As if her secrets could ever
Diminish her truths

Her wrongs were not so far from rights
As she thought they might be
Mild misdemeanours, quite forgivable

Powerful, plainly, spectacularly so
Shyly, she acknowledged it
Eventually, expectant

When I last saw her she was at home
In a place far away
From her fathers’ house

Wrapped in a blanket
Writing a poem
About herself

 

April 2009 – Leicester, UK

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