Sunday Poetry: Shards of Stained Glass

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  We began last month, and if you didn't join us then, don't worry.  This is a drop-in, drop-out adventure.  You can read about the purpose and inspiration behind Sunday Poetry here.    

What's your part?  Just slow down a little and come along for the read.  If you'd like to tell us what the day's poem means in your life, or what word or phrase you've chosen to reflect on, or where those reflections have taken you, we would be honored.  But there are no demands or imperatives.   The photo on today's blog will appear each Sunday along with a poem's link.  Out of respect for copyright, I won't be posting the poem of the day on the blog, but it will be just one easy click away.  If I have something to add, I will.   If you have something to add, please do.

Today's poem is The Hymn of a Fat Woman by Joyce Huff.  It called out to me since I decided to start charting calories at Spark People on my battle to losing an unwanted ten pounds.  Then it called out to me because it reminded me so strongly of my mother, gone now, but whose birthday would have been this week.  Mom, who was more given to puns than poetry, would have understood this one.  She would have smiled. You'll find it and many other wonderful poems at the Poetry 180 website.