"condon" poems
Born into a house of red hair
soulless people and
beer
my great grandmother is 101 and four months
and she has contracted Alzheimer’s
which means she sees those who have died before her
like her husband
two of her sisters and
four of her nine children
Her sister died just yesterday at 100 and 17 days sleeping in her bed
I was named after dead relatives
Moira for a cousin who died at 20,
before I was ever even born,
a cousin who sang like a bird
and could have been a mermaid
a beauty with straight white teeth and blonde hair
who found death after struggling with anorexia
Katherine for my great aunt who I never met
but my mother told me of her wearing sunglasses and
her sleek black car and
silky hair always tied back in red ribbons and
how she would sneak cookies to the children
holding her legs in the kitchen
I was born into an Irish house
I was born to people who have slaved their life away to make it
My great grandmother was born in Ireland in 1912
and came to America with her family when she was 10
my great grandfather was a French Canadian born in Quebec
who I was told was gentle and quiet
who smoked when he was happy or sad
and worked on houses and cars and a large family
I was born into the legacy
I was born with their blood in my veins
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC