Great Regulars: I don't think we've ever published

a poem about a drinker. Though there are lots of poems on this topic, many of them are too judgmental for my liking. But here's one I like, by Jeanne Wagner, of Kensington, California, especially for its original central comparison.

My mother was like the bees

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 366

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