My Mama moved among the days
My Mama moved among the days
like a dreamwalker in a field;
seemed like what she touched was hers
seemed like what touched her couldn’t hold,
she got us almost through the high grass
then seemed like she turned around and ran
right back in
right back on in
~ Lucille Clifton
Apologies as this one should have been up yesterday!
i look forward to your Lucille Clifton poem selection each year <3
I’ll have to remember not to leave her off then!