Second Generation

I remember when she was born

Gray blue eyes, wrinkled face

Wails and coos all over the place

 

I remember her as a child

Skinned knees and bedtime takes

Picture books and cooties on males

 

Years go by and now she’s a mom

She wipes her babies’ faces

She drives us to tourist places

 

And in the evening when I state in her eyes

She’s listening so well

She’s nodding and engaging, so I tell

 

The backstory of my life

The ugly and raw

The emotional truths I saw

 

And that baby girl grown

Understan...