Because People Ask What My Daughter Will Think of My Poems When She’s 16

Little do we realize when we have children, that we will one day be changing ourselves to please them. Other people who think they are wise will project into the future and lay problems onto our relationships. They ask pesky questions. Who knows? Maybe the daughter will understand poetic license and freedom of speech. And, that a parent is a full being in their own right.

Then the poet warns the daughter that she will always be there watching that she takes care. And motherhood gets a lot darker than it seemed at first.

Great images and resonance, there is much to enjoy  and think about in this poem.

Because People Ask What My Daughter Will Think of My Poems When She’s 16

                                                                                     Beth Ann Fennelly

Daughter, the light of

the future is apricot,

and in it you are not

the thigh-child pointing

her earnest index finger

to the yellow balloon clearing

the willows and drifting

higher, you’re the balloon. I’m

the grasping hand. Or I’m

the oo in balloon. I’ll meet you

there. I’m the brown

strings, formerly violets, you

didn’t water. I’m the hole

in the photo, you’re the un-

safety scissors. I’m the lint

in the corners of my purse

after you steal the coins,

brown-bag lunch you pitch

after leaving my house, buttons

you undo after I’ve okayed

your blouse. Poems

you burn in the sink. Poems

that had to go and use

your name, never mind

that soon you’ll be 16, hate

your name. I’m the resemblance

you deny, fat ass

you hope your boyfriends

never see. I’ll meet you

there, that is my promise

and my threat, with this

yellow balloon as my

witness, even if I’m

dead, I’ll meet you there.


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