Some poems spoke strongly to me. "Where I was That Day" speaks of a young child learning from the insects & chameleons how to be invisible "...made me think we are all always finding our place..."
"Surviving Winter" with survival stories, and thinking "...now I know that winter comes so that we tell stories and learn to survive life."
"Rewriting Your Life", where the "aches in our bones...really small but impossible hopes dreamed endlessly" and "...the small store of joy of a people born poor..." but with the hope of changing the pattern which, while maybe not perfect, will be "...beautiful as only loved pain can be."
"Sewing Memories..." helped me remember so many connections I have with my own friends and relatives based on clothes made and given, fabrics reused.
Her musings on drops of dew in the morning, butterfiles tickling her palm, a poem honoring her older brother, a poem celebrating a young relative who died from a genetic disorder. ( )