Wednesday March 16 – “her real name was – – – – > Silvia: S-i-l-v-i-a”
Many poems are brief, offering layers of experience waiting to be noticed on 2nd or 3rd reading. I found this poem during my first look at a book, new to me and sent by a Boston friend. From some clues in the surrounding pages, I conclude that Silvia was the poet’s Irish immigrant mother (1938-2003). She inhabits this poem as a tender enduring presence and as one who lost her name in her early immigrant experience and only told while she died.
It’s short; best read out loud, with pauses.
Have a blest day.
In those last hours
she told us
her real name was
changed it to
for the teachers
went to school.
Sacred Spaces, Sacred Places Story
Poems by John N. McPhee.