And Take My Waking Slow….
The Waking
Theodore Roethke (1954)
I Wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there…
Once Young Parents
Worn photographs of once young parents are preludes to well known destinies, historical starting points that stir speculation about what might have been.
This is the space that Deborah Cummins has captured in her striking poem “Another Life.” It reminds…
Poetry and Aging Parents, Part 6
We grant the old a special courage to weather the slings and arrows of aging, but we forget their older brains are rewired for contemplation, a benefit that goes far beyond facilitating life review. This unique capacity of second half…
Poetry and Aging Parents, Part 4
Adult children live in a bittersweet world of loss and gratitude regarding aging parents. Barbara Crooker’s poem All Saints Day captures this emotional mixture as it attends her mother’s leaving…
All Saints Day
By Barbara Crooker
It’s one day past…