By accident I broke my sister’s doll
It’s head hit wood, the arm of my brown chair
With a sorrow desperate I was filled
I wept onto the doll’s distasteful hair
So my route was set,I could not play
I studied books and learned to write and draw
No more to fantasise or dream my way
But make submission to an abstract law
Outside your window peering at your lives
I am the lonely watcher in the night
No more to find a husband, be a wife
To live in patches in the shadowed light
An accidental movement not a choice
Determined what would be my lifelong course
How my heart sings 