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Thursday, April 9, 2009

Hope Anita Smith

I have discovered a wonderful new poet! Well, new to me, anyway. Hope Anita Smith. The book of poetry I just bought (sent a copy to my sister) is called MOTHER POEMS. I thought I'd share one that spoke to me. It's amazing!


Everybody talks about
The thief who takes away people you love.
Kidnaps them.
Grabs them from their beds as they sleep.

Sometimes he waves wildly,
yells a big hello.
As if you know he’s coming.
As if you sent him an invitation.

And sometimes he seems to
hurl himself through space and
(like Dorothy’s house in The Wizard of Oz)
lands with a thud on some
unsuspecting someone.
And then they are gone.

But occasionally,
he sneaks up on you,
taps you on your right shoulder,
and when you turn to look,
he reaches over your left
and takes your mother.

It was the oldest trick in the book.
I can’t believe I fell for it.


Kelly said...

I absolutely LOVE this poem and can hardly wait to get my copy.

Thanks for getting me one, too, Sis!!

Marion said...

Good poem. I could substitute the word "father" and it would be my situation perfectly. Thanks for the post. I love discovering new poets!!

quid said...


This was very vivid and, though I've scarely talked about it; very similar to the loss of my own mother. Thanks for the intro to this poet.