"Alas for those who never sing
But die with their music in their hearts"
A quote from Oliver Wendell Holmes.
My poems are my songs.
They didn’t come pen to paper
Until my voice was liberated
Until my pent up anger
Could be unplugged
By women’s lib, women’s consciousness raising they called it
Way back when
In the 70’s when fury broke lose
In millions of women across the nation
Including this woman in HB
Married with children
No longer able to contain the questions
To live the status quo.
One must choose enlargement and growth
Over those situations that diminish us.
Not to blame
Not to point to jailers on the outside
For it was up to me to see
The way out was in
Into therapy, into school
On the way to rebellion.
I feel so fortunate today
I still have the love and respect
Of my children
And now too, for quite some time
A love of myself
A respect for my unique voice
With the songs I have to share.