Caseworker Determining Eligibility
by

Cabrini-Green Projects
The child, age two, hammocked in the half
moon of his mother’s arms, is locked
in palsy, yet moves an eyelid as I ask,
moves the other as his mother answers,
application form interrogation.
The father was a white policeman.
“Curiosity,” the mother says. “No more.
I didn’t go with him for money.”
Previously published by New City Magazine
BIO: I have worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press, McDonnell Douglas Corporation (now Boeing), and
I've returned to writing in retirement and have sent out some new stuff and have been lucky enough to have about 60 poems accepted in a variety of print and online publications.
MOTIVATION: I don't know that I have ever had a specific motivation for writing a poem. Phrases and clauses arrive at odd times and I used to write them on scrap paper. If they sounded good days later, I fooled with the words to see where they would lead me. Sometimes a poem would result. Often I would have no idea where the poem "came from." I would just be happy when I could honestly say that the poem is finished even though I agree with the famous writer who said a poem is never finished, simply abandoned.
Photo by: Helen Humphrey