How strangeto stack up my storiesside by side the wordsof women unlike meyet like,their stories not mine,yet mine--How wonderful to wraptheir words around my words,struggles alongside mine,another mother’s hopesand fearstwined round my heart--They call that an a-ha,that momentof profoundyet simple recognition--yeah I get that,it’s like that for me, too--I won’t soon forget.
Getting excited for Listen To Your Mother Providence! It's next Saturday! Today was our final rehearsal, and I'm telling you, this show is going to be unforgettable. And it's April 28, which means this is poem number 28 of 30 for National Poetry Month. Whew!
