4.28.2013

(and this is only rehearsal)

How strange
to stack up my stories
side by side the words
of women unlike me
yet like,
their stories not mine,
yet mine--
How wonderful to wrap
their words around my words,
struggles alongside mine,
another mother’s hopes
and fears
twined round my heart--
They call that an a-ha,
that moment
of profound
yet 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!