Concealed Cane

When not in use,

it’s folded, tucked under my arm

or stuffed in a back pack.

When I step outside,

I pull free the nylon holding it together.

It unfolds, clicks into place.

I walk away, ready to face adversity.

From That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

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A Poem and an Interview

Last week, I posted poems written for my nieces Isabella, ten, and Anna, thirteen. Anna will actually be my step-niece in July when her mother marries my brother. Now, here’s a poem I wrote for Isabella several years ago after observing her in a dance recital. It appears in this year’s issue of Serendipity Poets Journal.

To Isabella at Five

With Hannah Montana, Dora the Explorer,

dance through your life,

whirl, twirl, spin around the room,

little Miss Muffet on your tuffet.

When the spider comes, dance away,

up mountains, across streams.

Follow the rainbow on ballet slippers

till it leads to your dream.

Do you remember when you took dance lessons or when your daughter or granddaughter took dance lessons?

I was recently interviewed, along with other authors, on a radio program called The Writing Mama Show. It lasts about an hour, and you can listen here. When you get to the page, you may hear a brief commercial. Just ignore it, and keep listening.

Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author of We Shall Overcome and How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver