She was a woman's daughter

Surumani Manzi

No babe at her breast, had she
to none a sister was she
and consort, to not a single he
Yet as none could doubt -
not even, curious we
she was a woman's daughter.

she was
a wee woman's daughter
who'd given up everything
for some moments of laughter
to hear her voice again sing
or at least-most
with a new note ring.

how heaven does everything
it's never told
how god pays not bride price
lest man, watch his world
end
in either flame
or burning ice.

it was not proper,
no
to raise naught
but a birthroom fighter
when the gift you'd been given
was and is
a woman's daughter.