Families: can’t live with them, can’t live without them!
Okay, that’s a cliche, and the truth lies someplace in between those two. Notice how I say “truth lies?” Quite an oxymoron indeed. One thing I notice with family, is how specific memories are, how one sibling’s perspective on a singular childhood event might be completely different than another. Also, how certain phases of one’s life might bridge you closer to a family member, or further apart. And then, how we handle family “obligations.” Is there guilt? Remorse? Births, graduations, ceremonies, divorces, retirements, deaths. How do we handle these often delicate transitions among family members?
One poem of mine that has garnered a lot of attention since the publication of Microtones, is “Legacy,” which is not biographical in any direct sense, but its theme is family. You can read it here:
The poet I share today is Sharon Olds. She’s a veteran poet, stunning at the self-reveal, and focus on personal relationships, family matters. Her poem “I Go Back to May 1937” is a heart-wrenching visit back to her parent’s roots:
How did your parents meet? How did you meet your partner/spouse/lover? Can you experience or see it from the other person’s point-of-view?