Bloom Where Planted

When I was a child my dreams were shunned, scattered to the winds

And returned to me in the suit of a little adult

And hyper vigilance ensued, I was to be mystically clairvoyant

And also color within the lines

And not spill the water on the counter

And not forget to take the meat out of the freezer

And not run outside in freedom in my sock feet

I have parented for so long that a child has given birth to me

And now I’m entering my kingdom of heaven—suckled and sovereign