To Her Mother

By Leah Bobet

14 August 2006

I didn't want to let you down

Not gold rope, nor hair rope

From my ivory tower

Ladders are for raising:

Awareness

Consciousness

Children

For bringing up:

You brought me up that way

And never let me

Let me down

And so I'll go with this young man

Even though you don't think it's best

Because I need to let us down

I need to raise myself this time

So cut the cord

I need to fall.

Copyright © 2006 Leah Bobet

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Leah Bobet lives in Toronto, where she studies Linguistics and works in Canada's oldest science fiction bookstore. Her work has appeared recently in Science Fiction: The Best of the Year 2006 and The Year's Best Science Fiction and Fantasy for Teens, and is upcoming in On Spec and Realms of Fantasy. You can see more of Leah's work in our archives or on her website, or contact her at cristalia_is@yahoo.com.