Jul/Aug 2006 Poetry


by LouAnn Shepard Muhm

Art by Victor Ehikhamenor


My mother's name is Hester,
as was her mother's,
and her mother's mother's.

I asked her once
why she didn't carry
the tradition through
and she answered,
"I wouldn't do that to you."

I was grateful.

Surely, I would have been teased,
as she was,
though not for the same reasons.
I mean, nobody really reads anymore.

But here I am
in the back of this pickup truck with you,
fulfilling my destiny anyway.


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