Maybe I’m just
being a bad
sport but there’s
a certain alienation,
having married into
a foreign culture,
when all the guests are
speaking their native
tongue and I am left
there trying to look delighted;
finding ways to keep myself
busy without appearing
disinterested or behaving like
a stick-in-the-mud.
Almost inevitably,
I’m quite cross by
the end of the night;
my mood, befouled;
angry at myself
for being so selfish.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I go way farther in life when I’m able to cast aside this pride of place. In the poem “Holding Purses”, the title of the poem sets the mood of the piece by providing a type of sacrifice that a man might be expected to make from time to time while assisting his wife: to hold her purse for her while she fully engages herself into something else; in this case, catching up with her Filipino relatives and friends. The negative, or “poor me”, connotation would be that this guy is left holding his wife’s bag, ignored and sulking, while she partakes in the evening’s merriment. Not far fetched perhaps for an introvert who makes no move to relinquish his suffering by initiating conversations with others. The positive, noble way to perceive it would be to see it as it truly is: a sacrifice. A man is given an opportunity to make (or squander) an act of sacrifice for his wife while offering it up to the Lord saying: “Lord bless this marriage with the abundant sacramental graces that you have promised.” In this case, I remembered only later to offer it up.
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Ha ha! Great point Outback - who would have imagined credit card interest rates hovering between 25 to 30 percent? Thanks for stopping by friend.
These things do happen but what you need to hope is that it is not being done just to keep you out of the conversation.
A fine write Gary. yes, in places, clubs, etc, there can be those 'in-the-know' or be 'cliquey'.
Even some churches can become a bit like 'The Firm'. One choir I know was like the Mafia (oh dear!). 'Sing what we want, or else!'
Now - where's my purse and handbag? heehee.
Been there
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