In memory of Dylan Thomas

Welsh poet and writer Dylan Thomas was born one hundred years ago today, but I wonder have my children even heard of him.  I’m not actually a big reader of poetry, but Dylan was different.  His words really got under my skin, and scratched those raw places in my psyche like nothing else could.

It was a family thing too: my third name was given in memory of his wife, and I have inherited a well-thumbed copy of Under Milk Wood that I always read aloud in a really bad Welsh accent.

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