Two score and seven after giving birth,
I choose these words to publicize a child
my husband and I loosed upon the earth
who’s always been a force, and seldom mild.
In some ways she reminded me of me,
but we’re as unalike in wit and taste
as I am from my mother – differently:
I didn’t try to mold her. She was placed
upon my breast, alert and beautiful,
her focus forming as she tasted air,
from Day One bright and rarely dutiful,
implacably herself without compare.
She wasn’t easy but she widened me,
expanding how I deem reality.