POEMS WITH MEANINGS

 Fiorella's bedroom is so small that she has to manually move her electricity on back and forth between her computer and her newly rediscovered Patsy Cline/Dolly Parton records, which is annoying. Cline and Parton, you say? Those were the days! 

Speaking of rediscovery,  your girl has a couple of her own old, old, oldies for you today, such as:

   

   I walk with sudden dignity  

   I know not why or how--

   All I know is that I know,

   I am a woman now 

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The day was bright with sunshine

The foliage gemmed with green

The grass was far too softened

The sidewalk was too clean

And I was filled with conscientiousness

Of what could not be seen--

    A soul is racked with birth pains

    Before the truth is born

    A sky is rent with heavy rains

     Before the dawn of morn    

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To My Children (1996) 

     When I am old, so very old I stink

     Of unwashed underarms and brain cell death--

     So old I shake, my spine and stature shrink,

     I whistle, quake, and rattle with each breath--

     When I am old, so very old I drool,

     And age spots big as elephants appear,

     When I forget my my name and act the fool

     And talk too loud because I cannot hear--

     Even when I'm angry, trapped in rage,

     Become a miser, call each dime misspent,

     When I am cruel and stupid with my age,

     When I reject you, scotch your good intent--

          Remember, once I loved you of my will,

         And in my heart or hearts, I love you still

           

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    A soul is racked with birth pains

    Before the truth is born

   The sky is rent with heavy rains

    Before the dawn of morn

                                                   

 
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