Dorothy A. Friedman
How lovely to be deeply involved.
To be unafraid of death.
To be attached to your family
and not complain of either hardness
or softness of being misunderstood.
How lovely to live a life not unlike
the one you read about in books.
To resolve all the problems of humanity.
To envy no one and believe in yourself.
How lovely to be Ellen with deep green eyes
and Lucinda with deep grave eyes,
and Belinda with twinkling blue eyes.
And suggest that they are all
extensions of yourself.