NYB–The Poetry Series #13
FEATURING
TAMMY BREWER
We Are Born Poets
And then somehow
along the way we forget
to look at the world
from our hands and knees – -
In teaching my 3-year-old son
to fish: casting a line
into muddy water, patience
until the bobber came loose
and my son cried because
it’s out there all alone
like the empty swimming pool
in my neighborhood
abandoned concrete
at the bottom of a hill
or maybe
a marshmallow factory.
Tammy F. Brewer (formerly Trendle) lives in Atlanta, GA with her husband, the poet Robert Lee Brewer, 2 sons and a dog. Her poems have been published online and in print in such journals as: The Pedestal, Words Dance, The Denver Syntax, storySouth, MiPOesias (Best of Cafe Cafe Edition), Broadsided, Concelebratory Shoehorn Review, Zygote In My Coffee, among others. She loves Romero zombie films and Star Trek. She can be reached at tammyfbrewer@gmail.com
Tammy is one of those poets who’s been writing a long time.
Writing for for herself, quietly watching the world, and getting better
at everything she does. Her stuff is her own. And she’s her own kind of woman.
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Okay,
Father Luke
This is wonderful…..
and true
I’m always a sucker for the parenting poems. And this is a great one!
It is an honor to be included in the NYB series.
Father Luke: Thank you for the kind words. always.
Eugenia: Thanks for reading.
This poem was inspired my son. I’m not a scrapbooking type of mom, but I try to capture the things my kids say and do and preserve them in poems.
what a lovely moment captured here. nicely done.
it’s a damn creative piece.The ‘mothering’ images so rich.
Hey Tammy! Great to see you here. I am wandering around this site, what a treat, marshmellows factories and fishing line. Always impressed with your work–
Jennifer