I think of how you slept that final night Before he stole your joy, before the end. I saw you lie there as you always did, Your legs curled up, head nestling in the bend Of your right elbow. When the morning broke You sat beside the window, let the breeze Caress your curls—even the elements Were gentle to you all your life, it seemed— Until you saw him, then with dancing feet You ran to meet him, singing him back home. You merry, much-loved child! You loved so well For love was all that you had ever known. But his rash words soon killed your songs and laughter. (How brave, how bitter-free, you faced disaster.)
Jephthah's Daughter
Jephthah's Daughter
Jephthah's Daughter
I think of how you slept that final night Before he stole your joy, before the end. I saw you lie there as you always did, Your legs curled up, head nestling in the bend Of your right elbow. When the morning broke You sat beside the window, let the breeze Caress your curls—even the elements Were gentle to you all your life, it seemed— Until you saw him, then with dancing feet You ran to meet him, singing him back home. You merry, much-loved child! You loved so well For love was all that you had ever known. But his rash words soon killed your songs and laughter. (How brave, how bitter-free, you faced disaster.)