Persephone's Return (Barbara Young)
Persephone’s Return
Mama, mama look at me. I’m still you daughter: nothing’s changed.
I love him, mama, I can’t help it. All the others, they just saw all your
connections. Little girl with her mother’s strings to pull. But mama,
he saw me. Not just that girl, that little virgin. Someone’s daughter.
Do you ever wonder what I think and feel? What I have to say?
He does, mama. And he listens. No one ever cared before, but he does.
We can talk and talk for hours. Can’t you see: He loves me.
Please don’t make me leave him, mama. I believe I’d die without him.
I can’t stand it if you hate me. Mama, please don’t turn away.
