Today's my mother's birthday. She is a sort of petite, southern, auburn haired woman. Currently living in North Carolina. She's going out for Mexican food tonight with her sister.
Here's a poem she used to read to me (I loved it) when I was little:
Little Orphant Annie
Here's a poem my ex-boyfriend in Peru liked a lot. He had it memorized in school. The translation is by my friend Chris's mother:
Los Heraldos Negros
My Chicagoland friend says April is National Poetry month. She's going to try to have a "Poetry Potluck" and display a poem a day outside of her cube.
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