poem – Macker 2.16.2018

A Poem for My Daughter by Teddy Macker It seems we have made pain some kind of mistake, like having it  is somehow wrong.  Don’t let them fool you— pain is a part of things.  But remember, dear Ellie,  the compost down in the field: if the rank and dank and dark  are handled well, … Continue reading poem – Macker 2.16.2018