When I sat back up my mom was looking at me with the expression, “What in God’s name was that about?!” I whispered to her the reasoning and she giggled at my childlike curiosity and random mindset to pull up old wives tales at a funeral. Made perfect sense to me, and that beautiful mix of faith, sweet recollections, and poetic catharsis bled out over four or five years of edits, edits, and more edits.
stance. Love is the loyalty that brings folks together, and my Granny was the love that held me together when life fell apart on me. I want people to see the wild-haired Hazie without fake appeal or melodrama. She was a fighter. She wore pretty dresses to church every Sunday. She worried about me and some “good woman” being there to be sure I ate. I want people to remember my Granny was here, lived, made a difference, and was surrounded by happiness in life as in death.
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Arya F. Jenkins “After Diane Beatty’s Photograph, “History Abandoned" https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/03/11-backstory-of-poem-after-diane.html