Holy Mystery

My parents were seriously ill-matched.

ceremony

Is this all there is?

Neither ready to live grown up lives, but rushing to marry because that’s what was expected.

wedding

Til death do us part

In their wedding pic, I swear my mom is bending a bit so she won’t tower over my father.  I wonder how much she cared about.  I was reading in Louise Bogan’s bio about how her mother shot up four inches past her father after they got married, and how her mother never forgave him for that.

communion

They try to tell us we’re too young

In elementary school, a friend’s family invited me to be in her first communion ceremony and it looks like my mom thought it was a good idea.  Crazy though because I don’t think my friend was old enough to marry God.  Is anyone, really?

communion3

It’s a holy mystery

But look at my super-cute dress.

Sorrow is my own yard

where the new grass

flames as it has flamed

often before but not

with the cold fire

that closes round me this year.

Thirtyfive years

I lived with my husband.

The plumtree is white today

with masses of flowers.

–– excerpted from “The Widow’s Lament in Springtime” by William  Carlos Williams

 

 

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s