today

today was your birthday

you who are buried beneath 

the trees you so loved

you who was constantly 

in your beloved's sites

a strange thing is marriage

different for a woman than a man

when she is about possible

and he is about can

you moved the letters on the press

your story still you redress

every step you took outside the

Victorian box

it still happens to a lot of us

in the modern world

the women who chafe at the bit

new age feminists

writers in the mist

no matter how kind and well-intended

it's still mostly a game

unintended

a room of one's own

so simple in the telling

and yet hell in the going

how beautiful you were

above the river

how beautiful you are

as the ultimate giver

to girls like me who have

stood on the shores

still wondering why it takes so much more

to be heard to be seen to 

never give in

I am angry for you

I am softened by your touch

the pen digs in

I live because of you

and that lighthouse on the shore