by Jaquilyn Iannone Shumate
Hand cut collage from vintage National Geographics.
“She mends the day—sews dawn to dusk,
Midnight to the falling stars.
She is the river you always knew,
the fountain from which you drink;
a whisper at the kitchen sink when,
outside, around the corner,
your child falls and skins his knee.”
(Excerpt from poem written by Melody Newey Johnson, “The River You Always Knew”)