1 train, 96th Street to 116th street, March 22nd, 2014
We met at the platform. She said, “Coach me through this.” I said, “What’s going on? What do you do for a living?” “Nothing, I’m a mother, and I’m taking care of my mother…” “Great. Write about that.” And so a poem was born, and boy can I relate. Happy Mother’s Day to Claire and to everyone.

– 7 of 8
– proud mother of two
– now taking care of
      a mother
– survived heart
– given another life
  to live
– only to be hit by
  a car
– still alive and
  thriving to go on

Read a poem by Latik A.

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