Mary Sue

My Daughter

I love you, Mary Sue, what can I do?
You came a month early one summer noon
-upon the breath of a fiery June
with sublime nature crying forth the new!
I can’t say having you almost killed me,
even if this slipper would seem to fit,
for you saved me, and so I can’t wear it.
You were alive and that was my being,
land and sea and air, nestled in your hair
and more, forever more, my lost darling;
now being has ended with our parting,
and all I can think is how it’s not fair!
	Mary Sue you are a terrible joy,
why did you get in that car with that boy?