Wednesday, March 4, 2015



For too long, she wore only black,
as if she wanted the world to see
the charcoal color of her heart,
spewed in hateful words
causing grief at any chance
because she could

pull my strings like a puppet
petrified in fear.
It's one thing to be ignorant,
another to know too many choices,
imagine too many possibilities.
What to do?

Well I did what I did.
Somehow she grew
as rebellion shrunk in equal proportions
making way for womanhood.

Today, my eyes well in admiration.
It's my heroin I see who juggles life
so gracefully, confronting challenges
courageously, loving, doing
being someone I once thought
she'd never be.

I observe her domesticity,
willingly chosen to perform
the most important job of all -
rearing her children, teaching, giving.

Stories of her on-line job,
pictures of the kids,
the skirt she sowed,
the bread she baked.
These are her texts of late.
Still stunned, I reply,
"OMG. Who are you?
Where has my little daughter gone?"

(For Poets United.)


  1. Well I did what I did.
    Somehow she grew
    . . . into her larger self, apparently. I expect the little one you knew is alive and kicking inside! You write beautifully about your daughter, your heroine!

  2. That rebellion period is hard for us like a knife to severe the connection. They always surprise us dont they?
    A precious way to esteem one that is so loved, Myrna.

  3. I so love this. It is so painful watching our daughters suffer their way into growing up, but somehow they become these amazing women! Your grandson is getting so big, Myrna, as is the little granddaughter. Wow.

  4. In all our imaginings we rarely see our children grow up to be as they were then...for parents have such childlike minds!

  5. You paint the cycle of life so vividly, Myrna...this is a touching poem.

  6. :-)

    You just never know. People change. They really do.

  7. "Well I did what I did."...mothers are so wonderful gifts of God to their daughters aren't they?...what a wonderful poem Myrna!!

  8. Moving. Beautiful. And fortunately not uncommon.

  9. In a safe place to experiment we are able to become the wonderful people we are meant to be :)

  10. daughters make mothers feel the motherhood..a lovely emotional true life reflection

  11. heroine (sp)....smiles.

    i think we all go through the rebellion stage...and parenting is not for the faint of heart....though it is very nice to see our kids take responsibility and blossom into themselves...and as parents themselves...

  12. Good to see you are so proud of your daughter and lucky what you did proved to be the right thing. Teenage years are hard on parents. It used to be customary to send the children away to boarding schools during these years. I never thought about it much until I became a parent:)

  13. Better to rebel earlier than later! Lovely portrait, Myrna.

  14. Don't think my comment went through.
    It is better to rebel earlier than later! Lovely portrait, Myrna.

  15. This is so beautiful to read. Thank you for sharing so openly and lovingly about your relationship with your daughter and your pride in who she has is incredibly moving!!

  16. So comes straight from the heart. So heart warming to listen about your lovely daughter from such a loving mother...Moms are always like this. Moms rock!

  17. From the darkness comes light ... or as another saying goes, you must know the darkness to know the light ... the teen years are those years of experimenting ... a sort of cocoon from which, if all goes well, emerges the young adult. Great tribute to your daughter ...

  18. so nice to see them grow and how they face life - see their talents and skills... sounds like your daughter is a wonderful woman myrna