A Poem by Donal Mahoney
My dear, tell me again so I know
how it would have been
had you married the man
you dream of all day, tell me again
as I lie next to you now,
your nutmeat sweet in my mouth.
Tell me again so I know
how to feel for fathering five
on you fast, five in six years,
five who will never be quiet again
in our lives, five who will leave
in the night when they are of age
while up in our room I nibble
on nutmeat, proud to have traded
an oak for these acorns.