This poem flowed from an observation I made on how we connect, communicate and weave our human histories together - about how we pass things on to each other, learn from each other and recognize ourselves in each other… It all began with loom bands: those little, brightly-colored, rubber bands that became the latest fad a few months ago and seem to have taken over the world. This poem is about how they became the focus of two people, and how that spoke to me in a very precious way. One of the two people was my grandmother - almost ninety years old - and the other, my daughter, almost nine. They don’t know each other as well as I’d like; our family doesn’t live, geographically speaking, in close proximity to its respective parts. We were visiting my parents and my daughter, Keziah, obviously didn’t know quite how to reach out to Granny, who was feeling quite shaky, after a fall. Keziah disappeared for ten minutes and, when she reappeared, presented Granny with a loom band b...
Women's Spiritual Poetry