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Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Motherhood at Night -
This is the first poem I have written in over two years. It is the first I have ever written as a mother. The first I have ever written about my daughter.
Motherhood at Night
The sirens wake her
they both cry out in the night.
When a lullaby and coo is not enough
I know the warmth of my breast will be.
When a lullaby and a coo is not enough
we search for ourselves in the night.
Our hair is loosed and so are our heads
so we speak in tongues.
Our hair is loosed and so are our heads.
She is both my growing Aya and
my Gye Nyame, so I must be her Eban.
Our bond is nuclear.
She proved God to me, I must be her Eban.
For her, I must be both human
and forever.
I am her mother.
Motherhood at Night
The sirens wake her
they both cry out in the night.
When a lullaby and coo is not enough
I know the warmth of my breast will be.
When a lullaby and a coo is not enough
we search for ourselves in the night.
Our hair is loosed and so are our heads
so we speak in tongues.
Our hair is loosed and so are our heads.
She is both my growing Aya and
my Gye Nyame, so I must be her Eban.
Our bond is nuclear.
She proved God to me, I must be her Eban.
For her, I must be both human
and forever.
I am her mother.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Iran "put a monkey in space"
Okay,
Coworker D shouts back to him over the cubical divide, "Yeah, I know."
Coworker B responds, "I bet they're putting a monkey in space."
So I'm listening to my local NPR news station, WYPR 88.1 Baltimore, and I hear that Iran has launched its first satellite, OMID, which means hope in English (read about it here). As NPR reports, "The long-range ballistic technology used to put satellites into orbit can also be used for launching warheads, although Iran says it has no plans to do so." But really, would Iran tell us if they were planning to use it to launch missiles? Would we tell the world if we were planning to launch missiles? Uh, NO!
Anyhow, I get to work and coworker B says, "You know Iran launched that satellite?"Coworker D shouts back to him over the cubical divide, "Yeah, I know."
Coworker B responds, "I bet they're putting a monkey in space."
Coworker A facetiously replies,
"Let's hope that monkey doesn't start a war."
What do you guys think? Scary times ahead?
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