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Jolene.Tucker's avatar

Highway 95 southbound Lewiston to Boise is the highway of memory for me. Family tragedies, personal triumphs and sweet memories along that road. In the future I will listen for a secret name. Evocative poem. Thank you.

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Therese Rickman Bull's avatar

There is an old Irish poem or blessing that goes something like this:

"May the road rise to meet you,

May the rain fall softly on your fields,

May the wind be always at your back, And, until we meet again

May God hold you in the hollow of His hand."

Clearly, the wind was not at the backs of some of your relatives and friends, and perhaps God's hand was over-crowded on the days some of them died. Your awe-inspiring poem memorializes them for this Irish-born woman,, as well as for everyone else who reads it. Thank you, Sherman Alexie <3

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