I was just
a boy
reared by a pack
of girls
all bright eyes & curls
brought up in
their ways
created day by day
by how they saw & said themselves
tuned into that
fascinating female
frequency
a sister for
each day of the week
Before I was nine
('Is that your knickers...NO! ...it's mine! ')
I went through periods
boyfriends, first kisses
etc., etc., etc.
The whole spectrum
of being one
without being one
an honorary girl.
I hurtle sleepily
through the underground
nod at each passing station
how could I possibly miss
my stop
laugh
get off at
SEVEN SISTERS.
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For my big and little sises...JunieMiMelDeLolaGrá & Bláthi)
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seven-sisters-being-an-early-christmas-poem-for-les-girls-from-le-boy/
