.
I married a man
whose grandmother came from Ireland
in disgrace.
A dead lover lost at sea.
I married a man
whose father was an orphan.
Adopted then abandoned,
left like a lost puppy
outside the convent walls.
I married a man
who never knew his grandfather’s name,
or exactly from whence he came.
I married a man
strong and wise,
who gave me a child.
I married a man
whose child I hold in my heart.
She married a man
who gave her two children,
to love and to hold.