SONGS
I see the child inside me
head thrown back
singing with joyous abandon
eating lemon pie,
sweet and tart
meringue piled so high -
highest I have ever seen -
it touches and sticks to my nose
I see the skinny young girl inside me
head back, arm raised
singing with pure confidence
friends and hamburger homework
fixing each other's hair
for the day and the play
sleeping little
cast parties every night
I see the slim young woman inside me
head high, hands poised
singing with such pleasure
no food I can remember
only the red dress that moves
running through the rain
laughing in a now wet red dress
I still have that dress
I see somewhere inside me
that hopeful, happy person
joyful, confident, open
wanting so to sing again...
I'll wear the red dress.