The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #56732 Message #3887166
Posted By: Amergin
06-Nov-17 - 06:20 PM
Thread Name: Mudcat Poetry Corner
Subject: RE: Mudcat Poetry Corner
The Drive
Grampa tells me as we drive
the snow brushed back roads
of North Idaho, how he took my mother
on a drive along the same unpainted asphalt paths,
the night before she married her first husband,
so he could explain to her it wasn?t too late to back out,
that it would be ok, and even preferable for her to call it off,
better to give the marriage an abortion, than to shove paper vows
in a shredder, to erase her name from the pledge. She felt
she owed it to the mystery man, the man I have only met once
on a visitation in Portland, when I was six...so she spoke
the words before the Bishop, slashed her name, placed her future
on the contract line. If she hadn?t, he would never have donated
his sperm, his genes. I would never have been thrust,
screaming into this world, in that hospital by the Kootenai River.
Sometimes, I think that would have been ok.
Nathan Tompkins
? June, 2016-Dirty Chai