Eve Revisited

Child of the most beautiful mother
no father, but that’s ok.
She always cared for me,
gave me all I needed,
put me to bed at night.
But then I grew up,
and I wanted experience.
Beautiful experience to rapt my soul.
What would it feel like, (just thoughts),
to hold hands with a boy?
and come back
late at night
When dawn’s pouring forth,
lisps of sunlight here and there,
and the stars were hiding away?
What would it feel like
to have what my mother prohibited
what she forbade me,
what she wanted to take away,
to have fun and live plenty,
to laugh and know and think.
Like she said I shouldn’t.
Like she said I wouldn’t.
So I Filled my Body
with laughter, with
recklessnes,
I filled my mind
with toughts of capsules
and liquids
of colorful stories
and dangerous feelings,
and amidst the wonders
brewing in my head,
I lost track of the road
that would take me back to
childhood.
My mother cried when she saw me
grown up, ready for the world
In her mind I was still her child
Her innocent daughter,
no experience at all.
I can remember the days of my
youth
but now different days fill my life
days of adulthood.
It was paradise in her arms
but now it’s a different kind of
world
a thinking, a questioning,
a real and free world
And my mother can’t hold me
like she did before
or cradle me in my arms before I go to sleep.
It is for the best I step out of the house
Into the world of adulthood
where I have to learn
how to fend for myself.
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