You fancied yourself as a writer, I think,
So many tales fell, so breathlessly, from your memory.
I am sure it was upon a sweeping staircase
Where we first met, long before foreign men tempted
And twisted us with foreign tales and foreign lips.
You, with your cascading curl’s,
The color of chestnuts in autumn,
And long belted coats- always off and running,
Oblivious to the inmates that surrounded us.
You perfected aloof while I, too shy to say no,
Was dragged to the dorm’s salle-a-manger
By the tedious herd, to partake and party
Until I could peter out unnoticed on hand and knee
To avoid what seemed like another Irish wake.
Later, after introductions, we chain smoked
Life stories in the TV room; those early days
When your smoking choked even me and I wanted
So much to be everything that you effortlessly were.
You were my wild eyed Catherine,
Moving faster than time allowed the rest of us,
While I, your Edgar, looked on in awe and tried to keep up
As Paris turned into our very own Moors.
We prided and congratulated ourselves on our ability
To acclimatize with our newly loved surroundings
Unlike our neighbors; only content with Irish jokes
And Irish bars while in the heart of a city that offered
\So much more than the dung-filled,
Mud-trodden fields which they so missed.
You were my breath of air; my mystery and adventure.
Once, I even questioned whether we could fall in love
And I believe we did- though in no conventional sense.
I was your confident in the College
And your beloved friend as we carved ourselves,
As much as we were allowed by the citizens
And bureaucracy, into our city of light.
Do you remember that wet, dull and far too normal day
In autumn and our train ride through town?
You sang me the love song from Irish shores
And I reveled in how it never seemed to end.
I watched you as you swam through that life
Barely needing to rise for air.
You are mother now
And still forever the rambling teller of tales
While I, still a traveler on this unending road,
Am ever grateful at how seamlessly our paths still cross.