
That's why National Poetry Month (in the U.S. - but hey, anyone can join in!) is such a good thing. It makes us slow down and, perhaps, read a poem or two. So, in celebration, I present to you one of my very favorites. It is by Mary Jo Salter and is from her wonderful poetry collection Sunday Skaters (Alfred A. Knopf, 1994).
Hilary in Her Glory
The first tooth has pushed up,
serrated on the top
like a tulip.
A row of bulbs to bloom!
Who knows who planted them?
All will find room.
And you shall rise up too.
Tall on your elbows, you
will take the view--
some inches from the floor--
that less is never more.
One day Come here
will send you clear across
the kitchen to applause.
Ah, but who knows
the farthest place you'll crawl?
(I do. To that time when
Mother no longer can
be all in all.)
That is lovely :) Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteNymeth - Thanks! It chokes me up every time. :p
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