I’m sorry. I’ve been extremely busy with a number of things and haven’t been able to keep up with posting introductions/making short freewrites to introduce these posts.

I didn’t realize the impression these poems would leave when read altogether. For me, they are just a sampling of my day-to-day life which, over the past two weeks, has included the death of my grandmother and nursing my one-year-old son through a five-day sickness that was unlike anything I’ve experienced with my other two children.

Some of the poems, like the one about watching the medicine drip by a bedside are a combination of me imagining my father’s experiences and using the images I observed while video chatting with my grandmother just before she passed away.

Others, like the morning glory poem, aren’t actually about death, but about education in general and questions surrounding the home life of particular students (prompted by actual observations of students’ morning glory plants).