My mother was a woman
before she was a mother.
A child can only see her
as a perfect cradle
and undying devotion.
Held by the ocean
as a mothers perfect moon
But as I become a woman
I am her.
So clearly I see that
she was everything
that she is now
before.
But a child only sees a cradle
Is a woman a shell
to be shattered
to steal the pearl within?
Does being a woman
have an end?
My mother had a dream
beyond me,
I wonder if she thought
she found the one.
Innocent girl,
did she think
she found a future in him.
Tied down and broken by love,
does a child
steal her pearl
and change her name
I wish
my mother could be
wild and free
in a world all her own