You never know…when you meet…Is it an introduction…
with polite handshakes and an exchange of names…Or is it with
eyes…that ask can you…will you…maybe…love me…

It seems sometimes that I always wanted…to be grown…and
warm…and free…and loved…yet you never know…until
it stops…that you were…Until the dolls…that some called
children…had children…you think of as dolls…and you
remember Yes…maybe I was grown…up perhaps…wider for
sure…more patient…less tolerant…who knows what…
exactly…until it stops

Love is more than stopping that ache…It’s paying those bills…
cooking that food…cleaning this house…answering when 
someone says Mama…and hoping it’s a child…who calls…

Did we meet when we were only a dream…of each other…Or
did we meet with the cries…of labor…or fever…or no work
this week

Do we know…because of the change of names…each
other…Or do we know…because of an exchange of
glances…that each is a bridge…free standing…stretched
between the good years and the bad

It’s hard to remember…when we met…I am constantly being
introduced…to a you…I never knew…I offer you the 
same…

Hello