Barbara Crooker
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Letter to an Old Friend Gone Missing These Five Years
 

1
My middle daughter returned to us from the dead; she was in a coma ten days,
in rehab six weeks, and I finally understood the myth of Demeter and Persephone,
the green shoots of spring, the sun finding its rightful place again in the sky.

2
My oldest daughter, in raw silk, ivory roses, was married on a late June
afternoon, when the grass was green as a field in Ireland, and every leaf
on every tree applauded.

3
My son, after years and years of the alphabet soup of IEPs, the DSMs,
WISC, ESY, a stack of files tall as a hay bale, will graduate next year, earn
a high school diploma, something none of us ever imagined.

4
My husband has taken retirement, gave back his laptop, cell phone, Amex,
left the car pool behind, and is now planting fruit trees: cherries, pears, peaches,
lingering after breakfast with coffee on the deck, the roses blooming,
the strawberries ripening; doesn't seem to need antacids any more.

5
And I'm still here, writing it down, letting the poems come,
or not, as they will. My garden has never been better.  

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Barbara Crooker has published in magazines such as Yankee, The Christian Science Monitor, Smartish Pace, and The Denver Quarterly, anthologies, including Worlds in their Words: An Anthology of Contemporary American Women Writers, and eleven chapbooks. She has won the Word Press First Book award for her first full-length book, Radiance, three Pennsylvania Council on the Arts Fellowships in Literature, seventeen Pushcart Prize nominations, and the WB Yeats Society of NY Poetry Prize. She is the mother of a 21 year old son with autism.
E-mail: bcrooker@ix.netcom.com
Website:http://www.barbaracrooker.com
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