Please suh, more! (poetry that is)

I know you thought I wouldn't get to her, but I saved her for last.  Barbara Crooker's new book of poems, the aptly named Gold: (Poiema Poetry) is worth it's weight in, well, gold.  Mothers and daughters, love in the third act.  All the stuff that's on our minds, Crooker gives us the words to think about it.  This is the book that gets "borrowed" from the guest room nightstand.