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Here I am in 1946.
I was one.
Fat and confident in a little chair
In the back yard.
And here in 1959
In my first high heels, shy
With my bad stutter.
Me again in 1964 after my first son
Is born.
I’d just gotten out of a mental hospital.
Post-partum blues they said.
They didn’t know much then.
Here are my two sons in 1968
In their father’s arms.
He looks harmless.
They look doubtful and uneasy.
This, is my beautiful daughter
Holding a kitten.
It’s 1985 already.
This one is Jess and Mada
A couple of years ago
Still for a moment
Together in their love.
Facing a future
That hurtles toward us
In these quiet moments.
And here is my cat Charley
Who was hit by a car in 1999
And here a long-gone garden
With its birdbath full of leaves.
Copyright 2021 Elizabeth Romero
“Facing a future
That hurtles toward us
In these quiet moments.”
Beautiful poem ❤️
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I agree. Betsy Romero is one of my favorite poets.
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And here And here.
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