For Book Lovers Only Interview - Alice Greenhowe Wootson
Next time you walk past
the bundle of rags on the corner,
your hair in place like grass on a golf course,
your black shoes shining the sky.
Next time you side-step
and complain about the hand
dirty as your flower bed in November.
Next time you hold your nose against
the stench like last week's garbage,
look within the blanket,
look at the face
hidden in the hair.
Look in the eyes
I wish I could pray like the old folks pray....
Not just from the heart,
But from the inner core of the soul.
They talk to the Lord as to their closest friend.
They reach down deep and give thanks for blessings
with words beautiful in simplicity, sincerity, humbleness.
They are aware of everything that has been bestowed
and give thanks for it.
They voice what might have been....
but for the grace of God.
They ignore their own needs and wants
and ask for fulfillment for others.
I wish I could pray like the old folks pray.
The memory is as ellusive as
the god of happiness.
I try to be patient
and wait so it will come.
I know the mind is not slowing down;
it just has more files in more drawers in more cabinets
before it finds
the elusive memory.
Like my deceased sister, author Marilyn Tyner, I was born in Rankin, PA, a small town
outside of Pittsburgh.
I came to the Philadelphia area to attend Cheyney University. After I graduated, I
began teaching, first in Chester, PA and then in Philadelphia.
I have been an avid reader since I learned to read. I read a variety of genres,
but most of what I read is romance. (I like happy endings).
I began writing poetry when I was in grade school and I still do. In fact, an
agent told me that my work was too poetic to sell commercially. (Two days later
I received a call from Karen Thomas at Arabesque asking if my manuscript was
still available because she liked it).
The manuscript was SNOWBOUND WITH LOVE, and when I hear from readers,
they tell me how much they like the fact that it was so poetic.
I didn't do much writing while our children were young, but I did write an
occasional short story. After they were grown and computers became readily
available, I began writing in earnest. Now, I can't stop; I have all of these
people in my head poking me and nagging me to write their stories.
I retired from teaching and now I write full time.
I'm active in the Mad Poet's Organization and a board
member of the Philadelphia Writer's Conference.