Only three days into my poem a day and already the journey is enlightening. I’m letting these poems find me: Flipping pages, browsing randomly, no particular direction or plan.
Both In Sum from two days ago and yesterday’s poem, If I Carry My Father, were found near the 10-year anniversary of my father’s death. But I didn’t realize this until I’d read and reread the poems. Then I read them again. I wonder what brought me to these poems at this time. Poetry has always been like this for me. The right poem at the right time. Just what I needed. Just when I needed it.
I found If I Carry My Father by Marjorie Saiser in the collection How to Love the World: Poems of Gratitude and Hope, a gift from my sister Kay this past Christmas.
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