Adolescence

My daughter won't let me touch her
We used to curve together
Our bodies speaking
The language our voices could not.

Now, she has moved away
Though she sits next to me.

I can wait;
I can wait
For the embrace
That would fill me.
She will come back to me, again.

She is preparing herself to love.

(c)Sharon Weinstein            1995

from Celebrating Absences

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