I made mine just the same as you made yours
and mine turned out the same as yours did
I began making mine before I knew better
when what I wanted was what you wanted
In the end I threw away so many of the
obsolete arts and crafts you taught me
I start again when I am many years older
many years behind me and perhaps lost
This time I make mine in the shape of myself
calling it some new kind of womanhood
someone balancing on new feet, I stand
and start again, it is late but not too late