I’m a Yaya! unbelievable feeling…crazy experience…blessed position…awed by god above in the intricacies and specificities and personal touch of his enormous spirit. wild love. grand hope. pulsing life. radiating out and out and out and out….can you feel it?
The poems in Like Summer Grass offer their tender recollections of a family from a mother who stands by, learning to let go of the children in the ordinariness of time—the house a bit untidy, cheerios on the breakfast table, daddy and husband on hand, hearts full—leaving us “with a memory/ of longer days/ and childhood rising.”
—Carol Frost, author of eleven books of poetry; four Pushcart Prizes
Stacy Barton weighs the newly won freedom of the empty nest against the profound guilt of letting go, “I stand aside, a necessary spectator/ to the miracle of your unveiling.” Not an enviable task for a mother of four and yet the results are equal parts awe and heartbreak.
—Richard Peabody, editor, Gargoyle