A beautiful poem by Tess Gallagher:

“I Stop Writing the Poem”
to fold the clothes.
No matter who lives or who dies, I’m still a woman. I’ll always have plenty to
do. I bring the arms of his shirt together.
Nothing can
stop Our tenderness.
I’ll get back to the poem.
I’ll get back to being a woman.
But for now there’s a shirt, a giant shirt in my hands, and somewhere a small
girl standing next to her
mother watching to see how it’s done.


I feel that perhaps this poem has something to say about gender roles, ? maybe...feminism? I like it.