My Mother’s Pride
She dramatized herself
Without thought of the dangers.
But “Never pay attention,” she said,
“To the opinions of strangers.”
And when I stole from a counter,
“You wouldn’t accept a present
From a tradesman.” But I think I might have:
I had the greed of a peasant.
She was proud of her ruthless wit
And the smallest ears in London.
“Only conceited children are shy.”
I am made by her, and undone.