by Kristine O’Connell George
I’m practicing my
No one will know I’m coming.
No one will know when I’m gone.
I found this lovely poem on the website for Poetry Foundation on their children’s poetry page. I think every Monday ought to start with a poem, which is hard to promise to myself to keep; but I can make April Mondays begin with a poem for sure. When I was in elementary school – third or fourth grade I think – Mom bought us a big, fat book of collected American poetry for children. I loved opening up that book at random and reading a poem. I loved that there were poems written just for me and that they weren’t only funny, or pretty rhymes, though I loved those too. I liked how the editor had trusted that I wouldn’t be scared by a really big book filled with poems and few illustrations. That book made me step up and begin to have a more serious relationship to poems, beyond the beloved Robert Louis Stevenson A Child’s Garden of Verses, or A.A. Milne’s poems. Those books had been made just for me too, but the new book, the big book – that was made for my mind and I recognized its very existence as a challenge.Visit photographer Phil Douglis’ website