Yes, I Am Happy For Her-a poem

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter… ©

You don’t need to tell me that I should be happy

for her, I am,

the little ingrate, going off

to college, to live her own

life, without me, the one

who has let her hug me anytime,

as much as she wanted, the one

who trusts her for information

about the current age, in which I live,

but which does not live in me,

I, who have let her fix my computer

whenever it has descended

into digital hell, in HD, yet,

I who have never dropped

a telephone into the toilet,

for it is only her generation

that drops phones into the toilet

from the hip pockets of their jeans,

I who screamed only once, maybe twice,

but not really all that loudly,

even though people in Norway

complained, as she practiced

driving in my new car,

so stop telling me, dammit,

that I should be happy

for her.

I am.

John Robert McFarland

jmcfarland1721@charter.net

The “place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where people are Yoopers, a word in the new Merriam-Webster dictionary, and life is defined by winter even in the summer! [This phrase is explained in the post for March 20, 2014.]

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