Here I am again! As promised, if a tad tardy. I wish to most joyfully inform you of my recent good fortune: on August 22nd of this year, the patronal feast of the parish in which we were wed, I married a man I can only regard as the best in the whole world, and my name is changed to reflect this happy union - henceforth I am Caitlin LoTruglio. (Hence, also, further posts will be made under this name - but fear not! 'Tis I and no other who will continue, sporadically, to bring you wit, whimsy, and hopefully a touch or two of wisdom.)
Since its seems most appropriate given recent events, I wished to post what I regard as a pleasant if imperfect poem that I actually wrote back in 2014 - long before I was even engaged. It contains some reflections and musings of my own on the matter of mothers, daughters, and - most of all - marriage; I hope it may prompt you also to thoughts of two-become-one.
God's blessings upon you!
Caitlin
August 22, 2015
+JMJ
Betrothed
By
Caitlin LoTruglio (née Clancy)
Copyright
2014
White silk
Smooth with lace
Fingered lovingly
Memory
In your face
Tells me how it used to be
Baby-child
At your breast
Nourished by white milk
Long ago
Baby-child
Now hers is white
silk
White silk
In a trance
Holding it I abide
Wondering
If from the font
I was meant to be a bride
White silk
On baby-frame
And Communicant
One day
Solemnly
As the mourners chant
White silk
Birth to death
Purity in life
White silk
Till last breath
Clothes me as a wife
