21:30

sugar and spice and everything nice
A Life Well Lived
[for my Aunt Mary Ann Lewis]

She lived her whole life
in her parents’ house,
went every adult day to her job in town,
walking both ways,
came home for lunch, always.

Loved a man who lived with his mother,
who couldn’t marry till his mother died;
and his mother outlived him.

When she was born the midwife said
“Don’t bother dressing her; she won’t live,”
and measured her size by slipping a wedding ring
over the newborn wrist.

Her mother ignored the midwife,
and the “blue baby” label;
Mary Ann spent her first months
pinned to a feather pillow,
in a basket lined with mason jars of hot water.

In her eighties, when her heart failed her at long long last
she went to live in a nursing home where, she told us,
they played cards and sang songs and had endless good times,
and she enjoyed herself immensely

A relative remarked:
“She doesn’t have sense enough to know
she should be miserable.”


(by Suzette Haden Elgin)

@темы: поэтическое настроение

Комментарии
25.02.2009 в 22:03

In every wood in every spring there is a different green. (C)
Хорошие стихи...
Но почему, почему он не мог жениться при жизни матери?!
25.02.2009 в 22:04

sugar and spice and everything nice
Лопоуша такая мать была, наверное...
25.02.2009 в 22:14

In every wood in every spring there is a different green. (C)
Таэлле, эх-х...