I Am She

The one your mother spoke of, the one you (chanced?) to see
The fire in your footsteps, I am she

The promise of your childhood, the life to be received
A parcel on your doorstep, I am she

I find my voice caught between your sighs
Cast your net to shore now, sever all your ties

Watch the sun drop beneath the waves
Head for home to greet me, hoping the passion's saved

It's like your baby pictures fading in their book
The graduation photos no one took

I find my voice
I find my voice
Listen to me
Listen to me

Nerissa Nields © 1991 Peter Quince Publishing

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