grandson’s wedding
Sharon Scholl
He looms above flower baskets.
bridal tulle streaming overhead,
this boy who sunk plastic boats
in my bath water
Who dispatched two mats to the washer
learning to urinate standing up
Who went shrieking through my house
on the trail of Easter eggs
Who hated school from day one
and never changed his mind
Who blocked the driveway
with his skateboard ramps
Who picked any scrap of green
veggie from his pizza
Who lavished a quart of wax
on the chrome of his first truck
Standing there with new suspenders
squeezing down his shoulders,
dragging all those worlds behind him.
