Before I gave you wings
Did I give you roots?
While dancing backwards
Did I wear high heels?
When I did unto others
Did others do unto me?
Now how is a fact of life
In fact, a fact of death?
75 years of not taking yes for an answer, of loving the works of Emily Dickinson, of breathing deeply and rarely exhaling. And writing poems about it all.
Before I gave you wings
Did I give you roots?
While dancing backwards
Did I wear high heels?
When I did unto others
Did others do unto me?
Now how is a fact of life
In fact, a fact of death?
Elisabits, poet, 75 soul-mated, mother, grandmother, sista, aunt, crone goddess, collector, body rights advocate, insane (in the good way) View more posts