GRACE NOTES

I plant words

I prune their serifs

Gently tenderly

I gather letters & words into baskets

I wash & prepare them

I arrange them on platters

I lift them gently and tenderly

And gratefully chew them slowly

S l o w l y

And move them about on my tongue

Swallow them digest them

Compose them & renew

I am

The Word

M O T H E R

I am the word mother