Category: My Mother
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Picking Blueberries with Mom
This poem is hyperlinked to an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Picking Blueberries with Mom On hot summer Michigan days, Mom loved picking wild blueberries. We would be on that promised trip…
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Grace
This poem is included in an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Grace the leaves have fallen and stomped to dust I am laid bare, exposed to wind my limbs, brittle, still pleading…
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This, a River
This, a River This, a river, I am not lines but curves Winding around sand bars Creating islands Revealed in low tide My current pulses life Tadpoles, carp, algae I smile in light Shimmering reflections I draw in birds to feed I am poetry for travelers On barges I hold…
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New Audio: Mother, Great Pine
Change is constancy. The tree is a tree. It is as it is. Mother, Great Pine is old and cracked yet still useful to time.
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Mother, Great Pine
Change is constancy. The tree is a tree. It is as it is. Mother, Great Pine is old and cracked yet still useful to time.



