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Doug Anderson: Tucson, 1954

One night when I was eleven,
when my mother swung to hit me
I reached up and grabbed her hand
and was surprised at my own strength.
We both knew then
there would be no more beatings.
I walked out in the desert that night.
There was a warm and gentle wind.
An angel came up to me
from a clump of mesquite.
I could not quite see her
but she was soft. Her arms
were soft and she held me.
I knew then that I would be all right.
And in time, other angels came.

—-

copyright 2014 by Doug Anderson. 

published by permission of the author.

9 comments on “Doug Anderson: Tucson, 1954

  1. drmichaelhogan
    July 9, 2017

    Hi Doug, Just read this lovely poem. Sent you a FB request. It’s been a long time since the days of Orlen and Anderson and the gang.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Pamela Duran
    July 8, 2017

    My mother tried to hit me on my fortieth birthday. We had a party for my birthday at her villa in Mexico. She went off to have her hair and nails done in the afternoon, so my husband and I made all the arrangements for the afternoon party. In the evening she offered I stay home with our three year old. When we came back, she got mad because a friend of mine had danced with my mother’s husband. She blamed me for the innocuous dance and tried to slap me. I too held her hand back. Some things never change. I an seventy now. She died three years ago. It has been the most peaceful three years of my life.

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  3. daniel
    December 22, 2016

    such a powerful, down to earth, telling of a moment with your mother—sad, beatings—then the angels were wonderful as you brought them in…and the closing lines were so strong, played against the incident that started the poem: “Her arms
    were soft and she held me.
    I knew then that I would be all right.
    And in time, other angels came”—-an altogether wonderful poem, moving from the concrete misery to a world of hope…..

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Vox Populi
    December 22, 2016

    This is such a beautiful poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Rachel
    September 4, 2015

    Are you the Doug Anderson from the drama department in Tucson years and years ago? It looks like you. I am Rachel (I changed my name from Claire). Most of the people I knew in high school are dead. Nice to know you aren’t.

    Best wishes,
    Rachel

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