{"id":201,"date":"2020-02-27T20:49:43","date_gmt":"2020-02-28T01:49:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/?p=201"},"modified":"2020-02-27T20:49:43","modified_gmt":"2020-02-28T01:49:43","slug":"even-in-my-prime-a-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/2020\/02\/27\/even-in-my-prime-a-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"even in my prime &#8211; a poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\" class=\"sharethis-inline-share-buttons\" ><\/div><div dir=\"auto\">We recently came across this original poem by Ashley Hammel, fellow academic mama, and felt the urge to share it with our readers. Thank you, Ashley, for sharing!<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">i am no great beauty.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">even in my prime, I was<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">cellulite and large thighs<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">horse teeth<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">the nose of my father&#8217;s father<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">(the failed architect, lost to the drink)<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">lined forehead from my early teens<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">crows feet, stretch marks<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">elongated foot bones and wide palms,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">caught at strange angles and too loud<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">for great beauty.<\/div>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">but my breasts sustained children and<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">my arms coaxed lovers back from the brink of death.<\/div>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">my long feet found balance when I thought I could not stand.<\/div>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">my hands have made bread<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">bound books<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">strapped wounds<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">touched my father as he died<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">carried water through the foothills of the desert<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">broke the noses of marauders<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">&amp; have written,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">&amp; have written.<\/div>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">my lips have carried stories that have brought the light out,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">they have sang songs and spoke truths to crowds that swelled<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">and they have carried meaning in their silences well.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">they have given love to many, in many different ways.<\/div>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">I am no great beauty,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">but my eyes have witnessed power in unlikely places<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">and have salted the earth from loss<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">and still see through terrible fogs.<\/div>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">I am no great beauty but<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">my house and history are stacked<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">with beautiful things that I have made<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">that would break your heart,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">and I have made a child who<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">will run to you to comfort when<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">he sees that you are crying,<\/div>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">and I begin to believe<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">that beauty is<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">the thin, strong line we use<\/div>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\n<div dir=\"auto\">to take the heads<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">from women who will change things.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">&#8212;&#8211;<\/div>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"202\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/2020\/02\/27\/even-in-my-prime-a-poem\/ashleypoem\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/files\/2020\/02\/ashleyPoem.jpg?fit=1932%2C2576&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"1932,2576\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Ashley and her baby\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/files\/2020\/02\/ashleyPoem.jpg?fit=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/files\/2020\/02\/ashleyPoem.jpg?fit=640%2C853&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-202 alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/files\/2020\/02\/ashleyPoem.jpg?resize=225%2C300\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/files\/2020\/02\/ashleyPoem.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/files\/2020\/02\/ashleyPoem.jpg?resize=768%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/files\/2020\/02\/ashleyPoem.jpg?w=1932&amp;ssl=1 1932w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/files\/2020\/02\/ashleyPoem.jpg?w=1280 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><span class=\"il\">Ashley<\/span>\u00a0Hammell has taught english, drama, social issues and most recently, how to effectively keep your mittens on while walking home from school. This\u00a0<span class=\"il\">poem<\/span> fell out of one of her old notebooks when she repossessed it from her grabby 4 year old. You can find her trapped under her last baby, on her third coffee. She answers to askhouseofash@gmail.com<\/div>\n<p dir=\"auto\">\n<div style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\" class=\"sharethis-inline-share-buttons\" ><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We recently came across this original poem by Ashley Hammel, fellow academic mama, and felt the urge to share it with our readers. Thank you, Ashley, for sharing! i am no great beauty. even in my prime, I was cellulite &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/2020\/02\/27\/even-in-my-prime-a-poem\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<div style=\"margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;\" class=\"sharethis-inline-share-buttons\" data-url=https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/2020\/02\/27\/even-in-my-prime-a-poem\/><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":83,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-201","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paoaJO-3f","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/201","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/83"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=201"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/201\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":208,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/201\/revisions\/208"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=201"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=201"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ams.org\/mathmamas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=201"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}