NaPM April 05, 2017

[Leanne]

Ada

A woman's heart is not kept in her breast --
a child takes many forms within the mind
and is not by its parentage defined.

My father was a poet; to protest
Mama ensured I was not so inclined.
A woman's heart is not kept in her breast;
a child takes many forms within the mind.

To science, not to sonnets, I was pressed.
In formulas and numbers I would find
creation of a fascinating kind.
A woman's heart is not kept in her breast --
a child takes many forms within the mind
and is not by its parentage defined.

To calculate, to innovate, to build,
to catch the stars and amplify their light
to fence with God, to give the grounded flight.

Mama is quite a woman, highly skilled
of intellect, but not so impolite
to calculate, to innovate, to build,
to catch the stars and amplify their light.

In earthly love, we both stay unfulfilled,
mere ornaments to history, contrite
apologists in ribbons. We've no right
to calculate, to innovate, to build,
to catch the stars and amplify their light
to fence with God, to give the grounded flight.