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	FURTHER READING


		Poems About Mothers
		Disciplines [If there is prayer, there is a mother kneeling] by Dawn Lundy Martin

		Kaddish, Part I by Allen Ginsberg

		Chorus by Catherine Barnett

		Exile by Alicia Suskin Ostriker

		Getting Close by Victoria Redel

		Jugglers by Francisco Aragón

		Lucky by Tony Hoagland

		Mama, Come Back by Nellie Wong

		Mother by Herman de Coninck

		Mother by Lola Ridge

		Mother Ann Tells Lucy What Gave Her Joy by Arra Lynn Ross

		Mother o' Mine by Rudyard Kipling

		Mother's Day by David Young

		My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer by Mark Strand

		My Mother Was No White Dove by Reginald Shepherd

		My Mother Would Be a Falconress by Robert Duncan

		My Mother's Funeral by Ira Sadoff

		Parents by William Meredith

		Picking Up by Evelyn Duncan

		Poems about Motherhood

		Postpartum by Hiromi Itō

		She Leaves Me Again, Six Months Later by Collier Nogues

		The Player Queen by W. B. Yeats

		The Routine Things Around the House by Stephen Dunn

		The Visit by Jason Shinder

		To My Mother by Edgar Allan Poe

		To My Mother by Christina Rossetti

		To My Mother by Robert Louis Stevenson

		To My Mother Waiting on 10/01/54 by Teresa Carson

		Untitled [A house just like his mother's] by Gregory Orr

		Wedding Cake by Naomi Shihab Nye

		[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome] by Christina Rossetti

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Metamorphosis

by James Richardson

The week after you died, Mom,
you were in my checkout line,
little old lady who met my stare
with the fear, the yearning
of a mortal chosen by a god,
feeling herself change
painfully cell by cell
into a shadow, a laurel, you, a constellation.

About this poem:

"In Ovid, desire can change anyone into...anything. In the supermarket, it happened just the way the poem says: I’m afraid I met her eyes an instant too long. (When I glimpsed the same woman a few weeks later she didn’t look like my mother at all.)"

—James Richardson

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