Miriam Waddington's verse is deceptively accessible: it is personal but
never private, emotional but not confessional, thoughtful but never
cerebral. The subtlety of her craft is the hallmark of a modernist poet
whose work opens to the world and its readers. She details intoxicating
romance and mature love, the pleasures of marriage and motherhood, the
experience of raising two sons to adulthood, and the ineffable pain of
divorce. As she moved through life, she wrote clearly and
uncompromisingly about the vast sweep of Canada, her travels to new
lands, the passage of time, the death of her ex-husband, the loss of
close friends and, later, of growing old.