'Joan' by Joan Goodyear

When I am treated like a little girl

I am not an adult.

I was born a little girl

When my dad was in the war.

I am still treated like a little girl;

I am fifty.


When I go to bed,

I put my net around my hair.

I am as tall as my mother now.

I’d like to have my own little girl,

A daughter,

I would be a mother.

I’d like to mind my baby

Now I’m grown-up.