Garden of Eden

A poem from the point of view of Eve, the first ever woman.

Delight was once in my heart,
for I was born on the holy mound of God,
and shaped from the rib of my husband.
Why couldn't  Adam's and  my happiness last forever?
For life used to be such a delight,
and a multitude of God's wild things,
were our friends, and sons and daughters,
and all were christened by Adam.

And along came the devil in disguise
of a snake,
and lured us into biting into an apple
from a tree we weren't even allowed to touch.
Adam and I became as wise as God himself-
for a big price.

And I so hate that snake for ruining everything that was my joy and happiness,
for when we left, a sword of flame was barred the way back to Eden.