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Click hereThey tell me,
Your whole life
was getting ready for this.
My son makes the leaves rain
and his voice growls a low thunder.
Eyes closed, I fall back
into the spin of the teal princess.
Her gown fills with air
and long sleeves float like ribbons.
Today we fill five wagons with hickory nuts
one bucket at a time.
They tell me,
God gives special children like him
to people like you for a reason.
I once hid
in my sister’s closet
and squatted over the mirror
while studying the diagram
in her Women’s Health textbook.
I touched the places they said
were supposed to feel good and wondered
when my blood would start.
They tell me,
You are a Saint, woman
I could never do it.
We fill five wagons with hickory nuts.
We use two hands.
We use one shovel.
The baby calls me Mommy Princess
but I am not,
not even a Saint.
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This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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'We fill five wagons with hickory nuts.
We use two hands.
We use one shovel.'
Dear Anna, you write about things I cannot even understand how to think about, and you cause me to wonder about my mother, things we should have said and not said. you are too wise for your years. Your poetry speaks for so many unspoken little-girl moments and grown-lady tears. I love your work, and you keep on growing. wonderful moments spent reading you.
maria
Your whole life getting ready for this. Man, what a line.
Thank you, Anna, for such a poignent poem.
Fly
I find that you can be a slightly irritating poet in that I do not always understand everything immediately but that (plus your power of observation and quality writing) is what (for me ) makes your stuff so interesting - I have to keep coming back for a second helping .This one I do mostly "get" except fot the teal(green duck?) Please continue your poetic irritation and make us think as well as read.
..not being a woman and all. I think it's one of those poems you have to think yourself into the opposite gender with the anatomy part but I really enjoyed the experience.
Let me live in my ignorance if I'm proving to be an idiot.LOL
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