Suddenly

Suddenly I am less terrified to be your daughter

A little less ashamed of how tangled we became,

those two years after my son.

Grown as a tree might

grafted in some horticultural design.

Suddenly, I know I am yours

as I know he is mine

How innocent we all become

when it's that simple; how horrible

to have found it now. Maybe it's the lighting

in here today, or the unnerving way you all

sound alike on the phone when I call

and your brother(s), son(s) answers.

Perhaps it's your leaving so soon,

so soon after I'm not so terrified to be your daughter.

I am a little shaky, my feet aren't quite my own,

rather like roots in new dirt, fingering around

for a solid grip.

Maybe it is just the lightening in here tonight,

or the air with it's musky feel,

or perhaps it really is you leaving so soon,

so soon after I am not so terrified to be your daughter.