In a poem called "I Go Back to May 1937," Sharon Olds honors the necessary acknowledgement of our sorrows and how they have led us to become the person we now are. She envisions her parents as the innocent kids they were when they first met:
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
Under the ochre sandstone arch...
I see my mother with a few light books at her hip...
They are about to graduate, about to get married...
I want to go up to them and say, Stop,
don't do it - she's the wrong woman,
he's the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children...
but I don't do it. I want to live. I
take them up like male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips like chips of flint as if
to strike sparks from them. I say
Do whatever you are going to do, and
I will tell about it.