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Naomi Long Madgett

Offspring

I tried to tell her: 
      This way the twig is bent. 
      Born of my trunk and strengthened by my roots, 
      You must stretch newgrown branches 
      Closer to the sun 
      Than I can reach.
I wanted to say: 
      Extend my self to that far atmosphere 
      Only my dreams allow.

But the twig broke,
And yesterday I saw her
Walking down an unfamiliar street,
      Feet confident,
      Face slanted upward toward a threatening sky,
      And
      She was smiling
      And she was
      Her very free,
      Her very individual,
      Unpliable
      Own.

Naomi Long Madgett

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