Yours
Be Mine said the heart
clutched by the vile pink frog
that you hid under a recycling bin
so I wouldn’t spot it
until Valentine’s Day.
But I was yours
from the day you were born,
when, unable to sleep,
I stared out the hospital window,
and all I wanted was you.
I was yours when I carried you
in the starry blue sling
that I can’t give away
because it held you.
I was yours when I read to you
before you could speak,
when I signed my love
with my fingers.
Be Mine said the heart
on this round pink atrocity,
this surprisingly soft
round pink atrocity,
this soft rounded thing
in which I no longer see
a vile pinkness;
I only see you.
Mary Soon Lee was born and raised in London, but became a naturalized US citizen in 2003. Her poetry has appeared in American Scholar, Atlanta Review, Chariton Review, Main Street Rag, and Rosebud.