Fly Away Home

I - Surrogate Motherland

I fly away home,

where, dressed in (pretend) mother's clothes

I became my own doll, dressing up

and I play in my world of pretend

Where ma maman était trop belle, and calm and safe.

wrapped in silk scarves,

and tucked away, fragile as the china doll

I broke, and then buried in a garden of a house

navy blue velvet dress and white faux fur

pale green eyes, parted pale lips, thin lashes

and so rigid.

I buried her in the garden of a house

which was not quite home.

(4th November 2013)