Charles J. Ingerson

YOU ARE…

You come to me
over and over
and bid me
to join
this memory,
You beckon
you cry
you create
an anger
known alone
You are a woman
a mother
a wife
but a woman
and bid me to join
my mind with yours,

Over and over
you come unto me
until your dreams
mine too will be
and I see clearly
this anger
known to you alone
and these your thoughts
now mine to be
over and over
as you are.