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Nightly after supper this boy
naps on my lap
for an hour, his flopsy body
weighty and warm as a new robe;
both of us heavy-headed,
our bellies full as prayer lists,
breathing in turn
like pewmates in an evensong choir;
his breath, my breath,
sustaining the tone,
helping a peaceable night come on.
From Our Bodies Remember (Sows Ear Press, 1999).
Used with the author's permission.
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Dana Wildsmith's newest collection of poems, With Access to Tools, was released by Madville Publishing this month. She is also the author of five other collections of poetry and a memoir, and was a Georgia Author of the Year finalist. Born and raised in rural South Georgia, Dana traveled extensively as a Navy wife before settling in Bethlehem, Georgia, on a century-old family farm outside Atlanta. Her love of family, nature, music, tradition, and life's simple joys is the focal point of her poignant, compelling work, which has been featured in numerous journals, magazines, and anthologies, including the highly acclaimed Listen Here: Women Writing in Appalachia. Dana is a gifted teacher as well, sharing her passion for language from ESL classes at Lanier Technical College to residencies acoss the country. Learn more about her at www.danawildsmith.com.
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Wonderful uplifting poem from another dog person. Didn't read it first time around.
Posted 06/29/2024 04:43 PM
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EstherJ:
Such a sweet memory to cherish.
Posted 06/29/2024 11:18 AM
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ckessler:
I enjoyed this. Made me miss several hounds and mutts, and other critters. Helped me remember some good times.
Posted 06/30/2014 06:59 AM
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Donna Pflueger:
...weighty and warm like a new robe...that is EXACTLY how it feels. Thank you for reminding me of my pals from the past.
Posted 06/29/2014 06:35 PM
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Dorcas:
Contentment in unison.
Posted 06/29/2014 01:38 PM
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