My son got married this past weekend. I am so happy because he is so happy. And my new daughter-in-law is perfect, I think. I like her for my son, and I like her for myself and my husband, too. People will tell you that doesn’t always happen, so I feel very lucky. Now, I’ve got to try hard to be a good mother-in-law. It’s very important to me.
I wrote this poem in July; it’s part of the Summer Poetry Marathon and is in my most recent book, “Catch Up With Summer”. When weddings occur, roles change with the saying of a few words. I think it’s natural to wonder how your own feelings about yourself will change, too.
Now the events anticipated in this poem have occurred. The transition is made and our family enhanced. Everything went so wonderfully. And I can say these black shoes turned out to be very comfortable and just right for the occasion.
The Black Shoes With Patent Leather Toes
I must try on those shoes for the wedding.
They arrived a week ago and
I haven’t taken them out of the box.
What I am waiting for I don’t know.
I am afraid of those shoes
fancy dress shoes of the kind I rarely wear.
I won’t feel myself in them.
That, I’m pretty sure of. I’ve already returned one dress
for that very reason.
Finding clothing for this mother-of-the-groom-person
I will be at this wedding
has been trying because
I am not familiar with her
having had such a short existence
and so little experience
as mother of the groom –
Mother of a grown-up son
A lady in a navy blue dress
acquiring a daughter-in-law.
Everyone always tells you, just be yourself,
but who is that,
when I’m at this wedding?
I must try on those shoes.