
As many of you know I have featured writers from my local group each week. This weekend I have the honor and pleasure of sharing a poem from the leader of our group, Linda Langlois.
I know you will enjoy this poignant offering…
You have a Girl,
so when Mother Nature
begins to weave her ways
and the earth tilts back on her axis
and life rewinds
and reverses itself,
you start nosy-ing around
in her bureau drawers and closet
for something to wear, because
lately, you’re thinking your own clothes make you look dumpy,
and old.
You have a Girl,
so when April’s rain keeps falling,
damp and incessantly
and it’s another Sunday afternoon
with the husband holed-up in his cave
watching the ball game du jour
and the Girl is away at college,
you take her prom dresses,
one by one
from each brightly-colored hanger
and you add the shoes
and Tiffany’s
from her locked jewelry box,
and you saunter down the stairs,
and the husband says, “what? now?
It’s isn’t even half-time,” when
that wasn’t what it was about at all.
You have a girl
to stay one step ahead
and you can do it
if you keep your mouth shut
and pay attention.
After all, you knew her first;
you know her best.
But she knows you too.
And she’ll call you on it:
“What,” she’ll ask.
“Nothing,” you say,
wishing she’d leave you alone.
You have a Girl,
who, then, keeps prodding,
asking, “are you angry with me”?
‘cause she wants a fight,
and you won’t win;
you have no idea
what it’s all about.
You have a Girl,
who’ll go sledding with you,
when you’re both meant to be
working at the new house;
while the husband’s home,
working on the old house,
readying it to sell.
But neither of you wants to move.
She grew up in that house,
and you had your baby there,
after living alone for too many years.
You have a Girl,
who’s willing to take a
chance and you need her there
beside you,
though she’s still just a child.
A new house means warm
winters, Ma, she says,
think about that.
And you do.
You have a Girl,
so when her friends,
who grew up at your table,
begin to marry and have their
babies, you get to cry at their
weddings, and think how they
still look like schoolgirls in
big trouble while rocking
their babies on your porch.
You have a girl,
to see you in her eyes
to hear him in her voice
to guide for a short sweet while
this incredible child
morphed from out your dreams
and when she leaves
as she’s needs to do,
she’ll take her courage
from him
and her heart from you.
©Linda Langlois
Linda Langlois is the Writing Instructor, a/k/a Fearless Leader, for the Neighborhood Guild Creative Writer’s Group in Wakefield, RI. Currently working towards an MS in English from URI, her work has been published in newspapers and periodicals. Her play about French author, Colette, was chosen to be performed at the New England Women’s Council in 1983. Linda still thrills at having watched her characters come alive on stage. Linda enjoys leading small groups, editing up-and-coming authors and hanging out with her hubby, daughter and fur-kids. She is also known to have a love for fast cars. Shhh!
To read one of my adventures with Linda, Click HERE
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Dawn, I love this work by Linda and also the Ann Hood quotes you posted. Thank you for all you do. Joni
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Thanks for visiting, commenting and always being a bright spot in my day, Joni!
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