Transcript By Karen Hesse Hope in a Drizzle Quarter inch of rain is nothing to complain about. … Today she stood out in the drizzle hidden from the.

By Karen
Hesse
Hope in a Drizzle
Quarter inch of rain
is nothing to complain about.
… Today she stood out in the
drizzle
hidden from the road,
and from Daddy, and she
thought from me, but I could
see her from the barn,
She was bare as a pear,
raindrops
sliding from her skin,
leaving traces of mud on her
face and her long back,
trickling dark and light
paths,
slow tracks of wet dust down
the bulge of her belly.
My dazzling ma, round and
ripe and striped
like a melon.
July 1934
Blame
The neighbor women
came.
They wrapped my baby
brother in a blanket
and placed him in Ma’s
bandaged arms.
We buried them
together…
“An accident,” they said.
Under their words a
finger pointed.
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