My mother stands in this black It is mid-century, and the future lies For now the shirts and blouses \u2014George Bilgere<\/em><\/p>\n For Mothers Day, the family is obliged to go on an outing of my choosing, and this year it was the beautiful gardens of Dumbarton Oaks, all dressed up in their spring finery. Here my husband and daughter find an unusual rest stop above the cutting garden west of the Prunus Walk. And also forRead more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[47,161,17,19,72,3],"class_list":["post-7074","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sketchbook","tag-dc","tag-mothers","tag-penink","tag-poem","tag-spring","tag-watercolor"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7074","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7074"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7074\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7083,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7074\/revisions\/7083"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7074"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7074"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7074"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"DumbartonOaksMay\"](\"https:\/\/eachdayisacelebration.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/DumbartonOaksMay.jpg\")
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\nAnd white arrangement of shadows
\nIn the sunny backyard of her marriage,
\nStruggling to pin the white ghosts
\nOf her family on the line.
\nI watch from my blanket on the grass
\nAs my mother\u2019s blouses lift and billow,
\nBursting with the day.
\nMy father\u2019s white work shirts
\nWave their empty sleeves at me,
\nAnd my own little shirts and pants
\nFlap and exult like flags
\nIn the immaculate light.<\/p>\n
\nJust beyond the white borders
\nOf this snapshot; soon that wind
\nWill get the better of her
\nAnd her marriage. Soon the future
\nI live in will break
\nThrough those borders and make
\nA photograph of her-but<\/p>\n
\nAre joyous with her in the yard
\nAs she stands with a wooden clothespin
\nIn her mouth, struggling to keep
\nThe bed sheets from blowing away.<\/p>\n<\/a>Martha<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"