I Am Amy’s Heart — A Poem
From an inner admirer
We read poet pages: Maya Angelou, Johann von Goethe, Lin Po, Langston Hughes…lifting a torch of faith in equality!
With poetry like a fountain pouring above her head she meets her son Victor, they sing together a song of belonging, in the key of joy.
The car accident aftermath… endurance of migraines, hope muffled by morning pain, gratitude for veggie omelettes and movies with husband Joe.
How happy I feel as her pen writes poem after poem from the well of suffering-strength, the honor of “everything…is writeable”: bullying, Bunny fur, friends, the smell of rain.
Don’t reveal that I voted secretly for Amy on her mail-in ballot: “Ambassador of Compassion Amy Pierovich”.
From her pillow she prays, rice showers descend on those in greys and blacks of night quarantined in homes, sleeping in tents, she asks for peace for those scared and alone
Imagine: Amy handing gold badges to each, speaking to them of their beauty while crowning their heads with wreathes of evergreens at the stream by the Most Great Ocean of Love.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” — Sylvia Plath
