soft grumbles

All because she birthed one child,
took care of the house and her man—
gone are the days of running wild.

Home became where she was exiled
She cooked and scrubbed the dirtiest pan
All because she birthed one child

By love’s sweet promise she was beguiled
This was never her true plan
Gone are the days of running wild

Her bright ambitions turned and piled
Dust upon a silent span
All because she birthed one child

Her restless thoughts grew dark and defiled
She longed to travel far — to Bhutan
Gone are the days of running wild

Now hearts with her man stand unreconciled
A divorce at last is filed
All because she birted one child
Gone are the days of running wild

Labels: poetry, villanelle