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Tomorrow’s Child

I can’t imagine a poem that fills me more with hope or speaks truths as I feel them. It is a balm in a world filled with the kind of disruption that encourages fear and only acknowledges limitations and negativity. When you get to the end of the poem you will want to embrace life again and look to the future. Happy New Year.

Tomorrow’s Child                                                    Rubin Alves

What is hope?
It is the pre-sentiment that imagination
is more real and reality is less real than it looks.
It is the hunch that the overwhelming brutality
of facts that oppress and repress us
is not the last word.
It is the suspicion that reality is more complex
than the realists want us to believe.
That the frontiers of the possible are not
determined by the limits of the actual;
and in a miraculous and unexplained way
life is opening up creative events
which will open the way to freedom and resurrection –
but the two – suffering and hope
must live from each other.
Suffering without hope produces resentment and despair.
But, hope without suffering creates illusions, naïveté
and drunkenness.
So let us plant dates
even though we who plant them will never eat them.
We must live by the love of what we will never see.
That is the secret discipline.
It is the refusal to let our creative act
be dissolved away by our need for immediate sense experience
and is a struggled commitment to the future of our grandchildren.
Such disciplined hope is what has given prophets, revolutionaries and saints,
the courage to die for the future they envisage.
They make their own bodies the seed of their highest hopes.


Home Alone

This poem will make you smile and I think just about everyone will recognize some of the listed characteristics in their own family. Several times, I heard the comment from class participants, that they didn’t think the narrator really wanted to be completely alone. I enjoyed the rebellious image of what she envisioned for herself. I like what she tells us about herself in the first two opening lines and the ending image.

Many writers do other things for their living wages, so I’m including a little bio and a second poem.

Ginger Andrews is a poet who owns a house cleaning business with her sisters. She lives in Oregon. She teaches bible classes on Wednesday nights and is a prize winning published poet.

Home Alone                                        Ginger Andrews

Cigarette smokers,

sweet tooths,

alcoholics, teetotalers,

bad cooks, good cooks,

food stamp recipients,

low blood sugar & type 2 diabetes,

depression, codependency, cancer,

high energy, low self esteem,

nap takers, neat freaks, control freaks,

carpal tunnel syndrome,

strong arms, skinny ankles, pot bellies,

public speakers, introverts, braggers,

blue eyes, long legs, red necks,

enablers, naggers, whiners,

pride, guilt and honesty all run in my family.

We have an out of work long haul truck driver,

a race car driver, a certified pesticide applicator,

an Olympic decathlon pole vault record breaker,

Sunday School teachers, a politician, a poet,

professional house cleaners, a dishwasher who

works in a dive for dimes, and an Environmental

Services worker who mops floors at the local hospital

and recently moved in with me because

paying off her ex’s bills put her in a real bind and

even though she comes in from work exhausted

she manages to vacuum my carpets and Comet my toilets.

There’s never a dull moment, though I’m praying for one,

that my sister will get her own place soon,

that my brilliant, eighteen-year-old needs-to-get-a-job son

will snap out of it, that my in-laws’ place will hurry up and sell,

that they’ll pack up and move to Arkansas already…. I see myself

home alone writing a poem in a quiet house, smoking one cigarette

after another, eating candy, flicking

my ashes on the floor.

What the Cleaning Lady Knows                                                   Ginger Andrews

Cleanliness is not and never has been next to godliness.

White carpets are hell.

You can get by without Comet, Spic and Span or lemon oil,

but Windex is mandatory.

Ammonia can cause pneumonia.

People who pay to have clean houses cleaned are lonely.

Children whose parents work full-time will fall in love with you.

Rich people splatter diarrhea

on the inside rim of their toilet seats, just like the rest of us.

Cleaning rags should always be washed separately with bleach.

Cash is better than checks.