MY MOTHER SAYS
My mother says I sing like a bird
on a winter’s day,
my mother, whose grace catches,
light on water,
on her changing face.
But if I am the bird and she the sea,
I sing because she flows through me.
—from Rattle #83, Spring 2024
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Amy Chan: “Adrienne Rich writes that poetry (art, really) ‘ask[s] of us a grace in what we bear.’ That sums it up quite nicely for me—I write poems to find ‘grace in what we bear.’”
