Thursday, June 01, 2006

Meeting with a Poetess

Yesterday we were sitting in a restaurant. She is eighteen and college bound. She wanted me to see some of her new poems. There was one she had written about her mother, about breaking loose and going off on her own:
"I tried to hold myself in your arms, Mother . . .", she wrote.
What a beautiful, poetic idea. I tried not to show her how deeply it had moved me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

And what a beautiful, poetic rendition of it...
Maria Pia