I am writing you as I used to,
To ask what you plan to do with your life.
Those dreams you had — what on earth happened to them?
You behave as if you have all the time you want,
Fulfilment demands effort. Getting your act together. Seeing things through.
Absorb the wisdom in forward chapters,
They will explain the ironies and tension
In the fractured past.
But there is enough in literature
About women with dead babies,
How they would not give them up.
I hope you know what you are doing
Working my way back to where I’d left off
–riding steadily backward on a ponderous train
Your only daughter