April 17 Poetry: Sharon Olds, The Mother
It has been a couple of days since I have had the time or energy to put a blog post together. Working in Christian ministry makes the last two weeks of Lent CRAZY. I am very ready for Easter!
About poetry...I really adore poetry anthologies. That way I don't have to commit to one author. I'm the nerdy person who buys Norton anthologies for personal pleasure rather than class- they of course- have a bright orange tag on the binding that says "used."
Here is a poem from my most favorite anthology and from a poet whose Wikipedia biography is worth reading. I've got to read more of her stuff! Hopefully this month won't fizzle like February's "I love" did.
So here is a poem about motherhood. After a day of leaving church before the gospel was finished, giggling on the floor in the evening, and snuggles for the bed I am feeling the dynamisms of motherhood
Children out there (aren't we all children) what do you think? Mothers?
In dreamy silence after bath,
hot in the milk-white towel, my son
announces that I will not love him when I'm dead
because people can't think when they're dead. I can't
think at first- not love him? The air outside the
window is very black, the old locust
beginning to lose its leaves already...
I hold him tight, he is white as a buoy
and my death like dark water is rising
swiftly in the room. I tell him I loved him
before he was born. I do not tell him
I'm damned if I won't love him after I'm
dead, necessity after all being
the mother of invention.
Ochester, Ed,. Oresick, Peter eds. The Pittsburgh Book of Contemporary American Poetry, (University of Pittsburgh Press, Pittsburgh, PA 1993)