Charles J. Ingerson


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.