Growing In
Age grow in at the edges, each experience white, baby-fine. Try not to judge these wispy years while we become what we’re meant to be. -Katherine Gotthardt
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ReBirth
And there, amidst the mange, a tranquil tuft of growth, baby-haired, white. The whole world hummed, as if it, too, were new. -Katherine Gotthardt
Cardinal
By Katherine Gotthardt Mornings, I want to write deeply, delve into the beak of the cardinal by my window, pull his routine song into my poem, make something more beautiful than myself. But it doesn’t happen. Instead, the day gets swallowed, sits in a full belly where hours and years swell into reminders
Women of a Certain Age
We women of certain age have seen some things. But we don’t always tell. We tuck lessons learned into our bra and hold them safe til we need them again. Adjust the straps when it gets too tight. Don’t tell us how to start something. Or how to get it done. Don’t tell us we
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