Poetry

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I will call you dignity.
You are my mother.
You elevate our character.
And I will call you generosity;
you are my father.
You give us a largeness
that frees us from small meanness.

As for you, humanity,
I will call you lost.
Remember when you said,
“What good is poetry?”
“I cannot shape it into a vessel
and drink water out of it.”
“I cannot form it into a purse
and hold my money in it.”

Now, my lost one,
you have fallen into a hole.
You are on your hands and knees,
calling in the darkness
for your mother and father,
calling for poetry to be written.

6 Comments

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6 responses to “Poetry

  1. Wonderful poem, Ethel. So true, so very true. Poetry is the bread of life.

  2. Written from a sad and generous heart. Wishing you both all you might wish for yourselves in the coming year.

    ❤️

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