She cracks the claw with her palm, not the mallet. Some knowledge skips the hands of mothers and lands in daughters whole.
Author’s Note
Starting in late September, I will send these poetry cards every two weeks. This card is an example of what you can expect.
Each card pairs a short poem or prose piece with a photograph: images from my own backyard and travels, or ones I found that perfectly complement the words. The forms vary: free verse, prose poetry, quotation, haiku, whatever the image and idea needed. Some I wrote as just a sentence or two. You are welcome to save them, pass them on, or post them wherever you feel.
See the entire poetry card collection as I post individual cards:
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