Dec 2012
Elizabeth and Mary*
You wait and wait
for the moment (they say)
you can’t face milk in tea.
Long past caring it happens,
and the inevitability of it all
propels you into discomfort and pain
. . . then this girl you taught last year
smiles at you in the street.
You suddenly know she is *enceinte,
and so surprised by her passion,
a dream no less: innocence blessed.
You wait and wait
for the moment (they say)
you can’t face milk in tea.
Long past caring it happens,
and the inevitability of it all
propels you into discomfort and pain
. . . then this girl you taught last year
smiles at you in the street.
You suddenly know she is *enceinte,
and so surprised by her passion,
a dream no less: innocence blessed.
