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Poems for Mothers Day and Remembering

Poems for Mother’s Day & Remembering

As we celebrate and honor mothers and caretakers this Sunday, we also reflect with poems centering loss, remembering, and the body: 


The Lanyard / by Billy Collins

The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room
bouncing from typewriter to piano
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the “L” section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word, Lanyard.
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly into the past.
A past where I sat at a workbench
at a camp by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid thin plastic strips into a lanyard.
A gift for my mother.
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard.
Or wear one, if that’s what you did with them.
But that did not keep me from crossing strand over strand
again and again until I had made a boxy, red and white lanyard for my mother.
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard
She nursed me in many a sick room,
lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
set cold facecloths on my forehead
then led me out into the airy light
and taught me to walk and swim and I in turn presented her with a lanyard.
“Here are thousands of meals” she said,
“and here is clothing and a good education.”
“And here is your lanyard,” I replied,
“which I made with a little help from a counselor.”
“Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth and two clear eyes to read the world.” she whispered.
“And here,” I said, “is the lanyard I made at camp.”
“And here,” I wish to say to her now,
“is a smaller gift. Not the archaic truth,
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took the two-toned lanyard from my hands,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless worthless thing I wove out of boredom
would be enough to make us even.”

 

MIAMI BOOK FAIR 2021 - HIGHLIGHTS

April Is National Poetry Month

A special MBFO watchlist featuring a wide variety of poets and prose to celebrate!
 
Kazim Ali: A Reading From The Voice of Sheila Chandra
 
Deborah Paredez: A Reading From Year of the Dog: Poems
 
African American Poetry: 250 Years of Struggle & Song – Kevin Young
 
Grabbed: Poets & Writers on Sexual Assault, Empowerment & Healing – Elisa Albo, Richard Blanco & Caridad Moro
 
Two Poets on Reaching Across Borders – Eduardo C. Corral & Roy G. Guzmán
 
A U.S. Poet Laureate in Conversation: Juan Felipe Herrera & Campbell McGrath
 

Amanda Gorman

Poet Amanda Gorman reads 'The Hill We Climb'

Jan 20, 12:38 PM

Amanda Gorman (born 1998) is an American poet and activist from Los Angeles, California. Gorman's work focuses on issues of oppression, feminism, race, and marginalization, as well as the African diaspora. Gorman is the first person to be named National Youth Poet Laureate.

Born: 1998, Los Angeles

Profession: Poet

Nationality: American

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