Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative, poem,
spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.
Tonight’s poem is from Yvonne Pearson
From my memory
I pick mayflowers:
their brave white faces
first to push
through the murky gathering
of shed years
knowing how, in spite of
to begin again.
Yvonne Pearson’s poetry and essays have appeared in Main Street Rag, Wolf Head Quarterly, Open to Interpretation, Chrysalis, Sidewalks, Literary Mama, Sing heavenly Muse!, and other publications. She has received a Loft Creative Non-Fiction Award, the Shabo Award in children’s literature, a Minnesota State Arts Board grant, and won several poetry contests.