Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.

An author I know writes frequent posts on her Facebook friend page about her mother, who lives with her and suffers from Alzheimer’s. She’s given me so much to think about, as well as her many other friends.  I thought of both Sharon and her mother when I found this poem at Writer’s Almanac today.  The Guardian, a powerful and moving poem by Joseph Mills, is for all of you caring for aging parents.  And I know there are so many of you.

Remember, we read poetry together here for the pure pleasure of the experience. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.

Remember, too, there is a special giveaway in progress for those who comment on any Sunday Poetry blog before year’s end.  An autographed copy of Billy Collins’s Horoscopes for the Dead.  See the details here.

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