For the dVerse Poets challenge – Gender Bender. Kelly Letky set us the
challenge to write a poem from the point of view of the opposite sex.
Very difficult, I just found :)
REMEMBER THE TIME
There is grass growing
on your grave, little one.
Remember the time
when you had walked
on the grass and found
a wriggling worm. You
had run to me afraid and
I had lifted you in the air
and you had declared
you could touch the stars.
I don’t notice the stars anymore.
The tree beside your grave
is shedding leaves, little one.
Remember the times
when you had lain on
my chest, quiet and gently
breathing, and said it felt
like a tree. My arms
the branches. I suppose
you meant strong
and stable and rooted.
You had never seen an uprooted tree.
There are daisies
on your headstone, little one.
Remember the time
your mother and you
had made daisy chains
in the meadow not noticing
the birds that had snacked
on our picnic lunch.
How the two of you had
giggled until my belly
was full of your laughter.
She has not smiled in a long time.
~~~
In my family, my father was the gentle one, pouring his gentle affection
on me unconditionally. Of course, the scenario described above didn’t
happen in my case, but I can imagine my father would have been
devastated, I being the only daughter and the apple of his eye.
