A Digression...but from what?

“When Sleeping Beauty wakes,
she’s almost 50 years old”

Said some brilliant woman...
that could have been me...
but wasn’t

Why though? Why do I get
THOSE words?
Surely, someone else
Didn’t get them...
And before me...
I’m only JUST
Almost 50
And the woman
Who spoke them
Wrote them
Felt them
Knew them...

She died...in 2014
She lived in the same years
As my mum

Sadly my mum died much sooner
And before that
She’d left me anyway
Well most of her
The twinkle in her eye
Was there
Just fainter and you had to look

The words had already gone
No voice
Left
But, I digress...

Where were we?
Boundaries —-
Reestablished —- see it
S-T-R-E-T-C—Her off

“We are, each of us, our own prisoner.
We are locked up in our own story.”

Again those quotation marks shoot like a gun...
Patt- Patt-Patt
I remember as a child
That other me
Who played
And
Dressed up
In a cowboy hat
Or was I the policeman?
I played with D
(full name left out just in case this poem should go viral)

Now see there what I did?
Yet again...
I digressed.
It’s easy to go off path
But that’s ‘Little Red Riding Hood’
Not sleeping beauty - so much more adventurous
She's perhaps the scarier of the two
Well for some...anyway
That was a little ‘in joke’ as we weren’t
Meant to talk about FAIRY TALES
And I just did

I flew instead of dropped
Into the Ocean
A mermaid with wings
Now where were we?
Digression is the topic
Maxine Kumin
The poet
I just https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/together-54/
Linked into you

Her words, my words, my mum’s words...
Sisters...
We’ve heard them
Felt them - wrote them

Was them

“When Sleeping Beauty wakes,
she’s almost 50 years old”

And so...

Now what?
Do I wear purple?

We are,
each of us,
our own prisoner.
We are locked up in our own story...
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Okay! I thought I’d see if you’d notice

My words on a different day...

But today’s word was/is DIGRESSION
And I did
So much so
I’m now dizzy!