mind body mama: Naming Things

That poem you wrote… she said.

It wasn’t a poem, I said.

It had meter!  It had repetition!  It had rhythm! she said.

Ninth grade English, she said.  It was a poem!

OK, ok, ok,  I said.   By then we were laughing.  It was a poem.

But it wasn’t a poem.

It was a prayer.