Last July Kim got married at her parents house in Waterford Maine. I audiopested family and guests and wildlife and environs for three days.
Kim commissioned her brother, Jamie, to write a poem for the event. After the wedding Jamie and I sat down for a reading and an interview. I'll post the interview later, but here's the reading—woven together with an impromptu performance by my Aunt Barbara (instigated by my Aunt Jean) just before the wedding guests arrived.
The 'Here' Jamie writes about is the physical and metaphorical Waterford, the family seat since my paternal grandparents moved there after retirement. There are family ties that extend much farther back but for the cousins of my generation it's always about Grandma's House. Which now belongs to Kim's parents, but even Kim can be caught calling it Grandma's. Kim and her siblings, for all practical purposes grew up in Waterford. It's environs are ripening in family conscience the way Ireland ripened in Yeats. I don't know if Jamie will like the reference, but I love Yeats. And Kim. And Jamie, And the rest of them.
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