Granddaughters

As I write, I worry about your futures

cause aspirations of two women, queens to be,

children of presidents,

Ivanka and Chelsea

dominate your playgrounds of artifical turf

lifted by money and the media it affords

seeping into the conscious of millions

overwhelmed by closets of red shoes

They may inherit the crown

Vegas bets so

I remember when gas was 19 cents a gallon and coke a nickel

and bare feet hugged the paths forward...

some hearts were better then but not sustained

Now, we have shoes

soulless treads tweeting upon democracy

marching to the Wall Street Blues

Is as it’s forever been, seems so from history

building more roads, makes more traffic

progress moves forward in many lanes

urbane

but not Erte

not touching the grass

not feeling the spirit

not being human

insane

No more paying dues

reading for degrees

painting canvases

searching for the truth

it’s drive through, now

the queen’s wisdom

dismissing millions of girls toiling in gardens, digging the earth for knowledge hoping for brighter days

Daughters,

be not persuaded by royal blood or fear

bought

and paid

instead

draw the sword from the stone

read and read some more

cast off the worn shoes causing sores

open hearts to distant shores

and rest not

in feeding love

sharing nipples of sunrise milk, moon shadow

breeding decency into the womb

of metamorphosis

and like a butterfly

hover higher than the castle wall and

see that you are not alone.