Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Grannie, Gramma, Babcia/Busha, Nana, Abuela, & etc.

It is as grandmothers that our mothers come into the fullness of their grace.
-- Christopher Morley

Song by Seamus Heaney
A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.

There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.


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