Poems & Essays

30 Dec

Fierce

General/Column 2 Responses

Today I saw my daughter
work her way up your chair

as you were working
the Sunday puzzle.

She climbed up your leg,
and you pulled her into your lap.

Granny, she said, hug me.
Fierce words I never tried.

 

Sarah Dickenson Snyder has been writing poetry since she knew there was a form with conscious line breaks. She has been an English teacher for many years, a mother for several, and student and participant in poetry workshops, classes, and writing conferences. She was lucky to be a part of the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference and to have had several poems published in magazines, journals, and book anthologies. Recently, two poems received recognition: the Goldstein Memorial Award and the Marian Gleason Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of Vermont.

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  1. Beth Mills

    January 18, 2016 at 7:07 pm

    Your poem is fierce and spare and powerful. It really spoke to me. I had a mother like this and wrote about her endlessly…how she loved me and couldn’t show it. Wonderful.

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  2. Monica

    January 21, 2016 at 12:32 am

    WOW–stunning last line–I felt that right in my heart.

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