Mammy ca. 1886

Craig James writes poems about some of the images in his collection: “Mammy” / No, I am not her mother, / and from my womb she did not come / But, it was I who rocked her / And it was in my bosom she found rest / My voice was authority / and my presence recognized / My hands guided, soothed, and trained / and yes, she loved me.

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