Thoughts currently in my mind: Sylvia Plath

I feel like I should be posting this on her birthday.
Then I thought: I can post some on Sylvia now AND on her birthday, because I can chose to do whatever I please on here. Then I felt very powerful and now I want to celebrate by drinking tea and watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer but I can't, because it's late and I have school work and college work to do.
But I'm listening to a song by Amber Benson, which is a compromise.

So, Sylvia:

 

Here are some photographs of her. (The one on the right is of her and her younger brother).

Because I am tired I shall only write a poem about Sylvia. I will write more about her on October 27th (what would have been her birthday).

Here goes nothing...

Sylvia,

oh Sylvia!

What a young face, 

what an old mind.

You saw,

you lived,

you were,

too much.

And so you stopped,

long before you needed to,

far before you should have, 

and with such tragedy.

A snack,

and then, 

did they say "I love you Mommy"?

Did they cling to your skirt,

give you hugs and shampoo scented

kisses,

show you real love?

Show you how life wasn't always bad?

Did they cry when you didn't return for them?

Call out "Mama!"?

Oh, Sylvia!

(c) September 2011