Poem: We See ‘The Lion King’ on Broadway, I Enter the Pride

Even underneath the very best of circumstances, parenting can really feel like navigating a marshland. In the blended household — that alliance of outdated damage and new love — heightened vigilance isrequired; within the seek for frequent floor, the subsequent step may land in quicksand or meadow. In Remica Bingham-Risher’s poem, the mom’s anxious consideration is underscored by dexterous deployment of possessive pronouns. For one afternoon, no less than, every thing is arising roses, though not with out loads of cultivation. Enough metaphors: Read this richly layered poem and benefit from the glow. Selected by Rita Dove

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