Ellen said I reminded her of young Max... the energy, the gestures. We were running all over the house.
POEM FOR SARAH ON HER BIRTHDAY
Nutmeg grinder
Brooklyn
Hot coffee that
dribbles down our chin
racks of lamb
on scott's backyard deck
6 pounds 12 ounces of
sheer squwaling beauty
in a forlorn texas town
puerta villarte
marriage to ethan andrew iverson
bearing gifts whenever she comes home
remembering always her mom
RZD sitting on the green grass
of the suburbs
reading on the train
and always being her own sweet self
Sarah Lynn Deming
that daughter of mine.
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