I will enter as a child,
fumbling fingers through the soil,
stumbling over pebbles and
abandoned matchbox cars.
Nothing's too big for daddy!
I will declare, a hidden challenge
to anyone who thinks their father
is bigger, stronger, kinder.
And yet, to discover my own hands again
after all this time of clutching them neatly to myself.
Somewhere a flower opens
somehow finger by finger loosely giving way
to beauty.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
So I Don't Unravel: Poetry
PoesíaJennifer White's poetry focuses on her own experiences as a wife and mother in rural Idaho. She broaches the topics of relationships, death, and her reflections on life.
