Heather and Robin

written in the mid-1970's, just recently found again

I have two daughters gold as grass,

bright as August fields or sun-burnt sands,

eyes that look to me with cobalt hope

or else midnight reproach. How can

I match the measure set for me

in their terrifying gaze?

All I can offer them - undreamt

futures as their toys, my untorn love -

is just a small return on their gift to me:

my immortality.

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

I'm so glad you found it again

and brought it to us here. We've talked before. I have two daughters. Born the same date, five years apart. They give me more than I ever hoped.

Happy Mother's Day to you and yours!