—for my children I see her doing something simple, paying bills, or leafing through a magazine or book, and wish that I could say, and she could hear, that now I start to understand her love for all of us, the fullness of it. It burns there in the past, beyond my reach, a modest lamp.
|2016||The Sunlight||Miguel Murphy|
|1915||The Pasture||Robert Frost|
|1789||The Ecchoing Green||William Blake|
|2016||What Is the Difference||Laurie Sheck|
|2014||litany||Mahogany L. Browne|
|1999||Eastern European Cooking||Charles Simic|
|2016||litany||Mahogany L. Browne|