I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day. My poetry project is grows out of a list of things that make me happy. I made this list on the 30th of March.
Today is day fifteen: good reading light
When my mom insisted
“turn on the light”
I resisted.
Declaring independence
avoiding connection to
the root of my existence
For years, I buried the likeness
delaying reckoning
with the obvious.
Now, looking at my past
I marvel
at how her brilliance was miscast.
As much as I hate to admit
like mother, like daughter
I love a room well lit.
To Read To Write To Be 