Poem: in Fireworks, fall 1992
Daughter
Daughter,
Why the frown?
Did I break another rule,
A rule I didn’t know,
an unwritten rule,
on how to be a mother?
Daughter,
Please forgive me.
this mothering is new;
I’m learning as I go.
By thetime I’ve learned the rules
you will be gone.
—Amber Harvey