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National Poetry Writing Month #25


This child we cuddled nights,
our stomachs grumbling so we kept
the roof over her curly-blond head,
the perky toddler whose wobbled first steps
marked her own form of independence,
pushing her stroller more times
than she rode,

we watched her win track meets,
built baking soda volcanoes together,
hid our tears from each other
at the movies where everyone cries.

When did her pearly-toothed smile,
its straightness bought on installment,
cause such tears in us, this reminder
of her golden promise, in days
before she took the path so travelled,
the maze of choices based on feels good,
that led her to this cold place,
this mound of earth that marks
what meant so much to us
that we still go to bed hungry?

Ramona Levacy
April 25, 2013



I am a 40-something Texan with a feisty cat and a supportive husband of 20 years. With a Master's degree in English with an emphasis on creative writing, I have taught creative writing at Texas Tech, won awards for my writing and been blessed to be mentored by Horn Professor and poet Dr. Walt McDonald. I earn a living by helping my husband's family run a health food store, but my avocation is writing. I hope you enjoy reading about some of my triumphs and tragedies as I continue to work on figuring out what life is all about and on growing my ability to share my writing. May your own journey be a blessed one.

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