Pain for a Daughter

Lyrics
Blind with love, my daughter has cried nightly for horses, those long-necked marchers and churners that she has mastered, any and all, reigning them in like a circus hand -- the excitable muscles and the ripe neck; tending this summer, a pony and a foal. She who is too squeamish to pull a thorn from the dog's paw, watched her pony blossom with distemper, the underside of the jaw swelling like an enormous grape. Gritting her teeth with love, she drained the boil and scoured it with hydrogen peroxide until pus ran like milk on the barn floor Blind with loss all winter, in dungarees, a ski jacket and a hard hat, she visits the neighbors' stable, our acreage not zoned for barns; they who own the flaming horses and the swan-whipped thoroughbred that she tugs at and cajoles, thinking it will burn like a furnace under her small-hipped English seat. Blind with pain she limps home the thoroughbred has stood on her foot. He rested there like a building. He grew into her foot until they were one. The marks of the horseshoe printed into her flesh, the tips of her toes ripped off like pieces of leather, three toenails swirled like shells and left to float in blood in her riding boot. Blind with fear, she sits on the toilet, her foot balanced over the washbasin, her father, hydrogen peroxide in hand, performing the rites of the cleansing. She bites on a towel, sucked in breath, sucked in and arched against the pain, her eyes glancing off me where I stand at the door, eyes locked on the ceiling, eyes of a stranger, and then she cries... Oh my God, help me! Where a child would have cried Mama! Where a child would have believed Mama! she bit the towel and called on God and I saw her life stretch out... I saw her torn in childbirth, and I saw her, at that moment, in her own death and I knew that she knew.
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Credits
- Writers
- Anne Sexton