It is a beautiful, rare moment when a poem brings one to tears. Reading Wynne Huddleston’s “Granddaughter of Make-do” left me weeping. The poem isn’t sad, in fact, it’s not emotional at all. It’s a matter-of-fact, lovely-written ownership of being Southern-born. I was born in Ohio, but lived in the South all of my life with the exception of two years in Colorado where the dryness smothered me. I am a Southern woman who loves humid nights, rainy summers, green anoles, Spanish moss, and spooky stories. Wynne Huddleston’s poem connected me to my Southern sensibilities, all the way down to my European immigrant roots.
“Granddaughter of Make-do” by Wynne Huddleston
The Southern Women’s Review