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On the Threshold is an anthology comprised of 50 poems in 11 sections. The poems in each section share a common theme. The motifs range from death in On the Threshold; to misery in Total Darkness in Daylight; to homelessness in Destinys Stepdaughter; to happiness in Moods; to economic reality in Sold out for a Green Card; to cruelty in Wounded Lioness; to pathos in Soul Stealer and Mother and Daughter; to prayer in Father and Daughter; to hilarity in The Ballad of the Mermaid; to parody in Snatcher of the Spry. The four poems that comprise Snatcher of the Spry are parodies of these poems respectively: Coming thro the Rye by Robert Burns; Fair liberty was all his cry by Jonathan Swift; To Lucasta Going to the Wars by Richard Lovelace; and She walks in Beauty by Lord Byron. Each section of this anthology begins with an epigraph. The darker sections of this anthology are about my grandmothers. From childhood my mother began telling me about their travails. She told me their stories repeatedly because she wanted me to write about them so they would never be forgotten. The remarkable thing about the lives of these women was the fatalism with which they accepted the injustices done to them. They both suffered from asthma. My paternal grandfather traded in his wife for her younger sister because in his ignorance he believed that asthma was contagious. He took the second sister off to a distant island. My father and his mother were sent to live with her eldest brother. Three times daily my father went with his calabash to collect their meals from relatives. When my grandmother died my grandfather returned home and took my father. By then he had two more sons. Throughout his life my father lashed out at his aunt who was twelve years old when she was made to take her sisters place. The trauma of witnessing his mothers pain drove my father to drink himself into an early grave. When my grandmother gave birth to my