My Mother in the Mirror

[Angela Joy]

‘that unsteady need to please, all her

silent screams.’ 👌

[Nelly Bryce]

Oh wow, well this one stopped me in my tracks.

[Brent Stiggins]

What a lovely poem! I was wondering when you would mention mowing the yard in your bikini. I hope your mother gets her wish this November.

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

She just might. I hope so.

[Fotini Masika]

So many poems are waiting still to be written about our mothers. And your poem, LeeAnn, is beautiful! 💛

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

Thank you so much. 😊

[Weston Parker]

Just loaded with power and poignance and more power.

[26thAvenuePoet (Elizabeth)]

Wonderful, LeeAnn. Not a wasted word, and so much history and feeling contained in the words that are there.

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

Thanks so much, Elizabeth.

[Lisa Andradez]

Love this ❤️

[Margaret Ann Silver]

Wow. Oh my goodness. What a poem.

(Sidenote, I'm totally honored to be mentioned, and I love the idea of poems being in conversation with each other--such a cool thought.)

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

Thanks so much! I notice that quite a bit here--how themes run through a series of poems.

[Tamsin Chennell (she/her/they)]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[Tony]

Wow ♥️

[Tony]

Waking up to this cloudy outer Fillmore district morning with Bach and this impossibly tender, heartrending, love tornado of yours.

Thank you 😊!

[LeeAnn Pickrell]

Thanks so much, Tony. The sun is just starting the peek through the fog on this side of the bay.