The Poet’s Daughters

I will not blame you for that you were, I too once was for my parents, and they chose me. I will not be a poet, not because of you, but because I chose your lives, your smiles, the simple— a poet’s life is not so. Perhaps you wanted a poet for a father, I never asked you. I know what is good for you. I know what is good for me. And yet, despite it all, I wrote.