I have always prided myself in my gift giving abilities. I have a sort of absurd number of hobbies, and so gift giving has always been the one occasion when that becomes incredibly convenient. However, this hasn't always worked out with my immediate family. You can really only knit your parents scarves so many times before there are simply too many scarves.
So last Christmas, I was struggling to think of what to make and/or get for my parents. And so I decided to take on the challenge of writing a poem for each of them. And it just so happens that each of these poems ended up being published within a week of one another. There's a poeticism there that I dare say I cannot fully claim.
The poem I wrote for my mother, "Gypsum-soft" can be found here in Issue III of The Aurora Review.
The poem I wrote for my father, "My Methuselah" can be found here in Rust + Moth's Autumn 2020 issue.
I always knew I really liked these poems a whole lot, but part of me feared they were too sentimental for anyone else to really like them, that they were contained poems that really only had any relevance to me and my parents. So it was so special for me to recognize through these publications that there is something in these poems that resonates with others as well.
When I told my dad on the phone that the poem I wrote for him was going to be published in a print publication, he thanked me for "immortalizing" him. I think this idea is sort of funny, because as their child, it is kind of hard for me to recognize my parents as anything besides immortal in a sense. It just really means something to me that it means something to them. To some degree, I will always be searching for the approval of my parents, especially with my art, so this whole experience has been very validating for me. I am honored to share a little part of my relationship with both of my parents with other people, because my parents are really awesome. The fact that this can be done through my poetry, too, is so incredibly special to me.