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after the war from Peeling the moon: a suite of poems by Judith Kerman 
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The dream of marriage begins with children yellow flowers on a hill and Mother coming into the house, smiling. They go along the road together sun shining through the trees it's a picturebook but they are afraid anyway. They lie on a beach picnic in the country they write loveletters sometimes when there is a war he goes and she misses him. This is all according to tradition: the dream of seven flowers in a bowl, something she might have painted. She marries him for his wit. The babies keep her warm splashing like frogs in the kitchen sink talking early. The younger one vomits his mother's milk. They go to the country swimming in a lake so long ago, the baby's hair silky yellow, the father mellow and young but it's not the same they come home and it's hot there's no one to write loveletters to ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously published and copyrighted in The Jakoba Poems |
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