So I went ahead and accepted my guy friend's offer to be my man LOL After his response to the poem I shared with him, how could I not? So I told him I'm going to send him poems with questions everyday. I think it will be good for both of us. So here's how that went today:
I Go Back to May 1937
by Sharon Olds
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling outunder the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the
wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips black in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you never heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty blank face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome blind face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips like chips of flint as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.
My Question: if you could go back to the day your mother met your father, what would you say to them?
I would tell them they aren’t right for each other.
I would let them know that the best thing for them is to keep moving and not look back.
I would tell my mother that life can be full of challenges.
I would tell her to join the Army and see the world.
I would tell her to invest her money, so she will never be without.
I would tell her to not have children too soon and burden herself.
I would tell her to love herself before she forgets how.
I would watch myself fade from existence.
I like that. It's very self-sacrificing. His mother's happiness and opportunities matter to him most....more than his own. See why I've allowed him to have me? LOL
I'm formulating a poetic response to my own question. Maybe that will be my evening writing. We shall see.