Monday, September 24, 2012

Poem for Shelby's Wedding I: Mother of the Groom

Although I fill my life with poetry everyday, I think it's something we especially turn to at times of celebration and times of need.  My best friend, Shelby, is getting married this Friday, and because I love her as much as I love poetry, I've decided to spend this week posting poems that I hope will help prepare her for her wedding and for married life afterward.  This is the first of those, which I hope she'll share with her mother-in-law, Deb, and keep in mind one day when her own children are marrying.

Mother of the Groom (Seamus Heaney)

What she remembers
Is his glistening back
In the bath, his small boots
In the ring of boots at her feet.

Hands in her voided lap,
She hears a daugheter welcomed.
It’s as if he kicked when lifted
And slipped her soapy hold.

Once soap would ease off
The wedding ring
That’s bedded forever now
In her clapping hand.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for the sentiments, enjoyed the poetry. See you on Friday. Love Debbie