Last Irish Christening
Last Irish Christening
We christened Megan
Catholic today
just as we had,
years ago, Sean and Nora.
Afterward my wife and I,
with relatives and friends,
talked and joked as Megan slept
through drinks and barbecue
Father fixed behind the phlox
in Mother’s garden.
That was Sunday.
Now, on Monday,
Sue and I begin
another week of work
and all the years
we’ll have to wait
before we’ll know
if Megan swings
the razor of good reason.
We need to know
because of Sean and Nora.
They slew us
at the age of treason.
Donal Mahoney
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