American Life in Poetry
Here’s a lovely poem for the caregivers among us, by Terri Kirby Erickson, who lives in North Carolina.
Draped in towels,
my grandmother sits in a hard-backed
chair, a white bowl
of soapy water on the floor.
She lifts her frail arm, then rests it,
gratefully, in her daughter’s palm.
Gliding a wet
washcloth, my mother’s hand
becomes a cloud, and every bruise, a rain-
Poem copyright 2011 by Terri Kirby Erickson from “In the Palms of Angels” (Press 53), and reprinted by permission of the author and publisher. American Life in Poetry is supported by The Poetry Foundation and the English department at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.