After Reading Jamaica Kincaid
By Barbara Ryder-Levinson

This is how Mommy cried:
Silent tears that rolled noisy
This is what Daddy heard:
Fear, angry silence

Daddy tried to sop them up
Mommy pulled back, cried harder
Daddy was her sponge

This is how Daddy cried:
Never was the best he could do

This is how Mommy dried up:
A pine tree in a drought
This is how Daddy listened:
A record player with the music turned off