“She Was Made” by Kay Bess

Everything I demand of her lately is an affront to who she is.

Be quiet. Stay focused. Get down. Sit still.

She was made to move.

She was made to leap and bound and climb.

Her eyes were made to follow the butterfly out the window,

not the stick on the chalkboard.

Her voice was made to laugh too loud,

her legs to run like mad,

her brain to ignore the caution I beg her to heed.

She was made for the charge,

to bridle her own steed,

and to try her mother’s patience.

She was made in my womb and she’ll always be mine,

but she wasn’t made for me.

Kay Bess

© 2011


  1. lkthayer · September 23, 2011

    I adore this Kay, I love your work! 🙂

  2. Alexis Rhone Fancher · September 23, 2011

    Delicious! Perfect! Extraordinary! Brava!

  3. Lisa Whitehouse-Kane · September 23, 2011

    Absolutely a beautiful poem! So to the point and so true. I identify 100% and will print this out as a good reminder.

  4. Kay · September 23, 2011

    Thank you so much!!

  5. nicole · September 23, 2011

    Loved it! So true, so true. It’s good for us to hear this and remember this. Each is a treasure, their own unique treasure.

  6. Roz Levine · September 23, 2011

    Whoa Kay, you sure captured the essence of the struggle between a teenager and her mom. Great piece!

  7. Mitch · September 25, 2011

    And one day they fly away……. Wonderful words Kay!

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