i am accused of tending to the past…

i am accused of tending to the past

as if i made it,

as if i sculpted it

with my own hands. i did not.

this past was waiting for me

when i came,

a monstrous unnamed baby,

and i with my mother’s itch

took it to breast

and named it

History.

she is more human now,

learning language every day,

remembering faces, names and dates.

when she is strong enough to travel

on her own, beware, she will.

Lucille Clifton

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2 responses to “i am accused of tending to the past…

  1. A beautiful poem so well written. Thanks for sharing 😉

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