me in the key of B major – 60 Jubilee East (the master bedroom)
by richibi
there was my parents’ bedroom, the
master bedroom, an inner sanctum
where things of only great import
took place, where behind its closed
doors, my mom and dad would
propose, concoct, discuss, ponder,
deliberate, envision, enact, create
the structure that would be the
elements of our lives
interestingly, no children were
conceived there, we, my sister and
I, had shown up earlier, and by then
my parents had settled on only two
children, were already blessed with
the order they had preferred, an
older boy, and a slightly younger
girl, where more would’ve been
financially impracticable
the Catholic Church disapproved
of such practicality then, and my
folks would’ve been refused
communion had they ever been
to church, but by then such
observance had become irrelevant
to them, despite their Christian still
trappings
and their plans were to transcend
rather the humble beginnings the
Church would’ve confined them to,
if not also the very mores of the day,
it was still only the mid Fifties, God
would die in the early Sixties only,
after which women would get the
pill
and the world changed
there also had I been taken to heal,
in the darkened room, when I had
the measles, I remember waking
up weary in someone’s arms, my
mother’s, my father’s, to be paraded
into the kitchen for a moment, then
returned to the inner, recuperatory,
chamber
also, for the talk, when my dad
figured it was time to speak to
me about guy things, girl things,
birds, bees
I told him they were called penis,
and vagina, but he already knew
otherwise our chambers were
private, each our place of private
recuperation, regeneration,
contemplation, creativity, sleep,
dreams, all of us respectful of
each others’ inviolable space
ever, each with a room of our
own
Richard
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