Innocence
Who would want to grow oldWearing a tea-stained dressing gown,
Knitting squares
To sew into blankets
For earthquake survivors?
So she thought
When, after many years
Of silences and anger,
She was left a widow –
Grieving? – Not at all.
The freedom from fear
Of pregnancy
And the recent loss of
Domestic obligations
Proved exhilarating.
And so she sought
The company of younger men
To whom her innocence
(Strange to say)
Was erotically appealing.
Her innocence, so endearing,
Was to become her downfall,
For years of marriage
Caused her to overlook
The danger of AIDS.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2010-07-23 at 01:32
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