The Wake

She only wanted,
independence.
The kind that walks alone in the alley
and has no shadow to follow.
Or the mountain that’s untouched
by human hands, thirty-five hundred feet away
prevailing, solidly.
The living right to fly
liberating, soothing and nonrestrictive.
She had dreams too
and wouldn’t come down
from cloud nine until she
was ready. I don’t really
believe that she wanted
to marry that man, she did
though, suppose she felt it was
“The right thing to do.”
Knowing what awaited her arrival,
a warm household full of chores,
beautiful mule, wifely duties and
the Baby Machine in full effect.
Where a woman only needs to produce
strong healthy children.
That’s a woman’s worth!
I think she would
have felt miserable,
making any exception.
Not everyone wants to become
the old maid, you know. Since,
she is vibrant and inquisitive,
I can only believe that she had
taken it upon herself not to suppress all of the
ambitions that fluttered. To become
more than any other of her time.
She said that when she came back
a “family” could be started
But she flew out of restraint and never made it back.
I’m sure she chose to remain a mystery.
Amelia Earhart.