A beautiful poem by Tess Gallagher:
“I Stop Writing the Poem”
to fold the clothes.
No matter who lives or who dies, I’m still a woman. I’ll always have plenty to
do. I bring the arms of his shirt together.
Nothing can
stop Our tenderness.
I’ll get back to the poem.
I’ll get back to being a woman.
But for now there’s a shirt, a giant shirt in my hands, and somewhere a small
girl standing next to her
mother watching to see how it’s done.
I feel that perhaps this poem has something to say about gender roles, ? maybe…feminism? I like it.
I love it! I like how the woman is *comfortable* in her role of mother and housewife. It’s not a burden, she’s not resentful, this is what she chooses to do. Choice is such a huge part of feminism.