Jody Talibart

Emmaline's Backyard

Hours of listening to the crickets and their revelations,
with heads bent over pots of tea,
and innumerable tempests in the china cups we dropped in the grass, were not enough to embitter you from cutting the crusts off my bread, nor the countless little idiosyncrasies which you so tenderly indulged, with the grace of Saint Peregrine, under the shade of the weeping willow tree of my childhood.
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  • Margot Anderson (9/13/2009 9:33:00 PM)

    This poem is splendidly reminicent of all daughters who have lost their mothers. The end of the poem 'I just look at the woman in the mirror' just begs to have the added, 'and put on her lipstick and use her comb and put her diamond in my hair'. I didn't want this poem to end. I wanted Emmaline's memories to go on and on and on. Jody Talibart is, simply wonderful. I can't wait to go back and read more of her poems. I am highly recommending this poem to the Calgary Councelling Centre, so they can pass it on to clients who will find the same joy and healing power that I did reading this wonderful poem.

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