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Poetry :

Prose :

Uncertainty

Dottie

They laughed at me in my youth
They made me repeat the reasons why
Why I wanted to be more
More than a girl in the 50’s
Ever could have or should have been
I could have been a nuclear physicist
I should have followed my dreams
I should have been a nuclear physicist
I could have followed my dreams

But I loved a man at sixteen
Who gave me his family ring
I was a simple girl
He was well-to-do
A would-be doctor in training
I left my calculated classes
For an homely and economic education
I trained to be
To be the wife he would need

They questioned me in my youth
They made me repeat the reasons why
Why she came to take my ring
Demanded it
The ring for which she claimed I was unworthy
I would have loved her as a second mother
If she had only let me have her son
A well-to-do daughter and an alcoholic doctor
Were they all that she wanted?
They were all that she won

The next man I met I married
I married for fear of being alone
I fear he never loved me
But we made our house a home
A home for us and two daughters
And all the animals that we had known
Two decades passed till screams became too much
Too much for us to drown

They sneered me in the interview
They made me repeat the reasons why
Why a woman in her 50’s
Would choose this time to try