RSVP - Poem
RSVP
Oh. My. God,
He's marrying his mother.
Not literally, of course.
That is just not done.
But he found a girl
With his mother’s chin,
With her pear shape,
With that lilt in her voice.
And
He's
Marrying
Her.
I always thought
You needed an opposite.
That yin to the yang
For self completion.
Not something that is
Already half you,
Already more familiar
Than your own breath.
Apparently sometimes
He's marrying his mother.
Not literally, of course.
That is just not done.
But he found a girl
With his mother’s chin,
With her pear shape,
With that lilt in her voice.
And
He's
Marrying
Her.
I always thought
You needed an opposite.
That yin to the yang
For self completion.
Not something that is
Already half you,
Already more familiar
Than your own breath.
Apparently sometimes
Someone seeks out a mirror,
Perhaps he has the hair line,
Of her father.
Perhaps he has the hair line,
Of her father.
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