Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Aloe Pope

And if I had another daughter tomorrow I might name her Aloe Pope.

Aloe for waking me up,

And Pope for reminding me of my voice,

No matter how unimportant to some, is essential to others.

Though I may be idealistic and overly self-reflective,

I push forward despite the denigrating gaze of false fathers (or mothers) pretending to care.

That she, the not me, me,

Might grow strong,


And knowledgeable of how well-loved she is.

That she, the personification of delight,

was created (again), through me.