I have never been very good at talking about
what girls talk about, unless in fact other girls
talk about god, and gods, and sex. Make-up?
hairstyles? the latest gowns? I would be
at a loss. But I am no longer a girl; even
my daughter is no longer a girl, but grown
and married. So as a mother, as a woman
once married, as a girl grown to womanhood
if at times uncertain I am really an adult,
I look back across the centuries at Elpinike
and Athenais, daughters of Heroes Attikos,
and remember that they did not grow up,
get married, have children, put away childish
things, but died young, unripe, in first blossom,
and might have been forgotten, except
that their father and mother loved them.