Behold, Daughters
from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice
My daughters rearranged me.
First time, sure it was a boy,
the nurse said girl! and
we sat speechless for hours.
Within a day, it felt as if
anything I’d missed out on,
felt sad about, did not matter
because I’d would soon have
a daughter. A daughter.
Then, behold, another.
I would create sisters, amen.
Scientists say that
a daughter’s DNA stays
in her mother’s body
decades after birth,
forming new cells and
helping repair cellular injuries.
I needed no experiment
to prove what I’ve always known–
as much as I made my daughters,
my daughters made me.
Beautiful to be blessed with such a pair. Envious!
oh, this is so good! Thank you!