Mom and Dad – Creative Response to A Little Night Music

July 24, 2013

In honor of the poetry in At the Old Place, >cure and our recent 25th Anniversary Season, we’re going to share a few poems submitted by audience members in response to A Little Night Music.

By Jeanne Cummings-Flanagan

mom and dad
dirt poor
lay hands in dirt
planted  a seed
grew me
showered me
with
yearning
to learn
to laugh
to cry
to triumph
potted me
and took me
to first show
blossomed
bloomed
a theatre bud
became
a theatre tree
can’t get enough
of the great white way
the avenue of the arts
like a tree
needs sun
and water
the darkness is
anticipation
waiting for
the sun
the stage lights
hope
glory
applause
rain on me
like
sunshine
until another season