I know I posted this last year - March 2005, for national women's history month.  I am reposting it for national poetry month.  Enjoy!

Mother of American Poetry

Prim and proper you sit
Reflecting on obedience
What can I say
Whirls across your mind.

Prim and proper you sit
Keeping your countenance
Unknown
Women have a voice
Which should be heard in kind.

Prim and proper you sit
Poetry becoming the vessel
To Assert
Thoughts and feelings
Long kept nestled
Close to your heart.