Mother's Tongue

Parade of Old Loves Every night a different one returns: his hair loopy curls or shorn to velvet or in lanks or shiny bald, he comes to me real as ever. And I am utterly convinced each one is the one who put this baby in me. I take it as a retrospective show: How things might have been - This one's flat black eyes on me again and me the same woman I was once - as cold as he was hard. I'm only waiting now to dream the one I was all earth and warm for, the one I lost with my belief. I'll take this as my chance to retrieve each part of me I loaned. Come on guys, sure I'll say the baby's yours, I'll make it bouncy, shining, golden just for you - if only you bring it back, bring it all back, so when I give this time, my gift is whole.Erdrich, Heid E. is the author of 'Mother's Tongue', published 2005 under ISBN 9781844710607 and ISBN 1844710602.