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Thursday, April 18, 2013

Fresh new poem written last week edited this week

Just like that, reading the text message reply from my grown daughter

I remember how pride hides like a dagger
It seems to pop out of an old hurting self,
such a splinter, wild to be ejected.

Her pride lashes at this caring mother
who apparently doesn’t understand.

Except once I
threw off a demon
just like that
I was young,
and how tender
my pride lashed
as I first forged my way
in the world.

Her third grade teacher once told me:
Your daughter’s stubborn, and that’s good-
it shows she has character.
I know now that she is
fierce enough to survive.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013


Away from mountain home,
on a flat sandy island
the sky is bigger.

the sky of my mountain home is smaller