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Elizabeth Alexander's reading from "Neonatology" touched me. To say that she touched me is an understatement.

This morning I was standing at the stove, stirring oatmeal and listening to your show. Elizabeth's words washed over me and through me such that I gasped, my eyes welled with tears, and I sobbed. She touched memories a lifetime old. I remembered holding my firstborn, all pink and warm. She who left this world a few weeks before her first birthday. I remembered my second child and my youngest, now 18. I was holding him, gazing down into his face. How could words bring out such memories and emotions?

Thank you.