April 9 Daydreaming About My Mother
April 9 Daydreaming About My MotherAfter Galway KinnellI have never witnessed a fence of maplesAs loving as the silver messengers of shadeOutside the house where you were bornSafe arms reaching....
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Love the way this so nicely turns around born/storm/lawn. You keep me wondering at the end about the five lost children, the smell of autumn, the quietness.
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The lyricism is lovely, Kendall, and the 5 lost children leaves me eager for the next poem.
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Oh, I thought the lost children were the N and his 4 siblings, lost to the mother because she's deceased. Hmmm. Now I'm confused. Maybe change "My" to "You,"? Because it doesn't make sense as the poem...
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Loved reading this.Something very protective about it.
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Another gorgeous family poem. big congrats for keeping going when your work pulls you away!
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I read it as piphany did. And it is indeed beautiful. I also like the coolness, the quiet, the smell of autumn. Has anyone tried to bottle that scent? (Probably Bath and Body Works makes a candle.)
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