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By Jack Joseph Smith

| & : who leved the family and protected it's laws, when the men and children were away from hemes She knew that the lew of the family, the church, and the factory made-everybody happy. Her mothers belief was-that her mother and father bar#ied in the downtown graveyard in Doublin had made-her lewas : My mothers -grandparents in the-downtewn graveyard in Dewblin laughed in & ii” Au their boness and'finally made-leve-in the dirt. .4nd'ineanely cracked’ their ’ 4 kmucklés-at midnight: teay for the glad troublemakers:of the mischief teria CO. world, who like-they, knew whe made the laws, My mother: would have known 1 (Q Ww s ot ) ‘ this tooy if when she wag-a child she-would have had a piano to play and ae play, until ighe-ran out of other peoples songs, Weave your spirit too,. femily, church, and state, who's the one with thebait; t Me watching my mother cross the driveway, while my father-and I stood 1 stills We softly giggleing about a stolen Saturday, And she walking, with her left hand lightly touching Iris flowers druping over the-reugh etene- Wahl, Lilly's-in a church pew praying under levely young roses; Spiritually her eyes favored then flewy with her mind teuching the tips-of the-Deg Wood trees, Their wnbrella branches-held above them four yellow ‘peddled’ spring: | bleemed £ lowery-fluriet-on-the-orcee-fuaning-the- Sant, Christ en his back . in the gardem faceing- the night, es ney gave our yard anouther beginning. er anouther end, The-breeze-touched the trees-and her hair moved with the | / branches, And my father and I followed her talking of this and that, while ny fingers-reached forthe feeling of the parece, i How many Dog Wood trees ere nore igh, Whet's thie kind? : It's a Deg Woods : : ; | | i \ j

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A mother is imagined as the keeper of family law and inherited belief, then seen moving through irises and dogwoods while father and child follow her into a spring-lit yard.

Domestic order, church order, and old-country family memory are braided together without much separation, so love and law feel like the same inheritance. The turn into the yard grounds those abstractions in motion and naming, especially in the small exchange over the dogwood tree.


Claude

The mother's inherited fear of the Dublin graveyard grandparents cracking their knuckles at midnight bleeds into a slow pastoral of walking the yard with father, where the speaker first asks the name of the Dogwood tree.