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Reviews for All You'll Derive: A Caregiver's Journey
by Baron Wormser
...The suffering which American life is devoted to pushing away is here on full view--not as something freakish but rather as something truly human. The poems register many tones--Spang's inventiveness is impressive--but the final tone is wonder and love, the feeling for the mystery of a life and the enormous commitment required to tend to a failing body. This is a book rooted in caring, a book for all of us.
by Jessica Jacobs
...Read these poems and hold those you love close, reminded anew that such love is everything, and will not last.
by Betsy Sholl
We don't get easy answers in these poems, but the honesty of loss and the rich solace of love between a mother and son, and the son's partner, who has become to her a second son. In the end, as the poet says, "The world is 'yes.' So many 'yeses'."
Sample from All You'll Derive: A Caregiver's Journey
The Swimmer
My mother told me years ago that when the time came
she’d like to swim out into the ocean, swim out until nothing was left but the sea and herself.
For years, her walker skittered ahead of her and she
followed it as if no longer on terra fi rma. The sea, whatever lure it had, came in and out waving
like a distant friend who misses her and, in the way
old photographs blur over time—there she is, knee-deep in surf at Jones Beach. Waves roil around her. It’s 1938
when she swam for hours on a hideaway for honeymooners.
Each summer it lured her, she took us there
to spend days, letting us leap over waves, holding her hand,
Jump! Jump! the surf taunted our toes. Any wonder
that I want some days, obedient to its call, to take her
to the water’s edge, to hold her hand as she held mine,
to let her lean in and the water welcome her as someone
it hasn’t forgotten. Her graceful stroke carries her over one, then another wave, until she’s far out and stops,
waves back at me, then turns and swims into herself.
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