Here I am in the garden laughing <br />an old woman with heavy breasts <br />and a nicely mapped face <br /> <br />how did this happen <br />well that's who I wanted to be <br /> <br />at last a woman <br />in the old style sitting <br />stout thighs apart under <br />a big skirt grandchild sliding <br />on off my lap a pleasant <br />summer perspiration <br /> <br />that's my old man across the yard <br />he's talking to the meter reader <br />he's telling him the world's sad story <br />how electricity is oil or uranium <br />and so forth I tell my grandson <br />run over to your grandpa ask him <br />to sit beside me for a minute I <br />am suddenly exhausted by my desire <br />to kiss his sweet explaining lips.<br /><br />Grace Paley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-2/
