For Rebecca

A girl was born
blue-eyed, rose-flushed
A face her mother loved
But would soon not touch

The girl would lie in
Static cribs
Batteries worn within her toys
Loose thread on crusted blankets

The girl
She grew to
Had fear belching from her body
Her mother feeding her spoonfuls

The girl
became a woman
She made way for her daughters
The daughters grew beside
Her stiff joints
Sharp scowls
And soft hands

The daughters soon stood tall
Like mountains
Etched with streams, the clearest blue
There the girl stood
Shouting
I love you
I love you
I love you!