Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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For Riley on her 25th

Always with me
remnants of her

Reminders of
life-giving days,

of nurture and
fragile forgiveness

Front and center,
my fanny pack just

below the skin:
My pooch…

The pouch where
she spent her first

nine months on earth
Not a battle scar;

rather, a souvenir of
motherhood and miracles

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Yep, she’s halfway to antique, she’s talented as hell, and she’s her own dog. Riley is showing her art now, working with her Salon (a group of students from her art institute), and making friends as well as network connections.

In other words, she is her own woman, and we couldn’t be prouder! When I heard Peggy Goetz at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads wanted poems about things we carry, I could not think of a better way of celebrating Riley’s birthday.

Peace, and thanks to all for sticking with me during my recent dry spell, caused by depression. My poetic community was so supportive, this is my way of saying “all’s well.” Amy