My youngest son was going through my cedar chest and found a poem I wrote that got published in a college anthology and performed during the final presentation. I’ve been looking for it awhile so I could share how this pain has been going on so long.
Time’s Actress
The very time that changed the seasons, the years. the eras
Has changed me.
For Good?
Or Evil?
I do not know
I am no longer a Gerber baby.
I am no longer an innocent schoolgirl.
I am no longer a naïve adolescent.
I do not spit up on unsuspecting relatives.
I do not play hopscotch on sunny Days
And I do not believe every man is perfect.
— Lover or not —
I don’t remember being a baby.
I rarely ponder on my childhood.
In my adolescence I remember much more.
I remember being spoiled.
I remember being deprived more.
View original post 187 more words