My Mama moved among the days <br />like a dreamwalker in a field; <br />seemed like what she touched was here <br />seemed like what touched her couldn't hold, <br />she got us almost through the high grass <br />then seemed like she turned around and ran <br />right back in <br />right back on in<br /><br />Lucille Clifton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mama-moved-among-the-days/
