Maureen Ryan Griffin is my writing teacher and friend.
She is like a ray of sunshine.
I share with you her poem entitled,
For Mother, As I Sort Through This Old Box Of Clothes Saved For A Granddaughter.
I selected this poem because my daughter has been very sick lately and Maureen's poem puts into such tender words the feelings of my heart. It comes from her book This Scatter of Blossoms.
For Mother, As I Sort Through This Old Box Of Clothes Saved For A Granddaughter
I remember sitting in the tub,
you washing my hair, a halo,
around your head where light
met the steam. I was telling you
how much I loved being eight
that I wanted to be eight forever.
And then I was nine and so happy
to be nine I wanted that age
to last forever too, then ten,
the years clicking by like Hail Marys
on your rosary beads till I would want
nothing more than to leave you.
But that year, my eighth, you bought me
this candy-stripped pink and white dress
with a whale on it.
I remember wanting to cry
when I tried it on the next summer
and it no longer fit.
Though I didn't tell you,
you came home one day carrying
the identical dress, stripped in blue,
in the next larger size. Proving
something about love I've never
found words to thank you for.