A Letter From Mother To Child By Elizabeth M. PIllari

A Letter From Mother To Child By Elizabeth M. PIllari Come back into the fold of my protective wings. Let not your spirit be restless, For you are here with me. I will always be your one on which to lean, your rock, your number one fan. Fear not child to speak your mind. Undo […]

Time And Children By Gabeba Baderoon

Time And Children By Gabeba Baderoon Every Sunday when I was young, the whole family crowded into cars to visit my aunt who lived as far away as banishment. Led by my grandparents in their white Vauxhall, after the last stretch of gravel track, barely wide enough for a car and impassable in heavy rain, […]

Dance Russe By William Carlos Williams

Dance Russe By William Carlos Williams If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,— if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to […]

Last Photograph Of My Parents By Ruben Quesada

Last Photograph Of My Parents By Ruben Quesada San José, Costa Rica Tortillas clap against floured palms, steaming bowls of avena, frijoles black as the rumbling sky, arroz con pollo simmers. Against the kitchen window, small clouds rise. Papá dances to the electric beat of the marimba, his cheek bristly against Mamá’s neck; his thick […]

Parents Poem By Jacqueline Woodson

Parents Poem By Jacqueline Woodson When people ask how, I say a fire took them. And then they look at me like I’m the most pitiful thing in the world. So sometimes I just shrug and say They just died, that’s all. A fire took their bodies. That’s all. I can still feel their voices […]

The Wings By Sajjad Sharif

The Wings By Sajjad Sharif Now that you have come fluttering, O Wings, will you, O Self-manifest, claw me away from this swamp? As I drift deep into the forest at night I get cowed by unknown beasts – and I spend Hours and days under water. Sharks devoured My parents, leaving me an orphan. […]

Mother To Son By Langston Hughes

Mother To Son By Langston Hughes Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes […]