At the ceremony when a Catholic nun becomes a novice, she gives up her worldly belongings and becomes the virgin bride of Jesus, receiving a wedding ring and her white veil and accepting a vow of chastity as Jesus' bride. (Crazy, I know!)

Laughing Out Loud

"What are you two cackling about?" My father would say. As if it were a personal insult to laugh, a defiance, the laughter of women. Women suffered, people suffered. That my mother laughed, even as infrequently as she did and against incredible odds, that she laughed boldly, promiscuously, without discretion, was unforgivable to my father. He was offended by it, excluded, I suppose, jealous. This laughter, being one of her only defections,

“Hail Minnie Full of Grace!”
She would always say when her friend appeared.
And indeed it was the only time Mother seemed truly vibrant and alive

Being around the sparkling, sensational Minnie Grace—
A preposterous, irresistible figure.

And even I, I must admit.
Even I, skeptical, retiring, disengaged, judgmental,
Was quite fond of her, even charmed.

She had entered the sisterhood, she liked to say,
Because she was called
Only to find out that she had misheard.

Jesus is a love, all right, she’d say,
But he’s not much of a bridegroom, I’m afraid.

“Not man enough huh?” My mother would say
With uncharacteristic bawdiness
And they’d laugh.

Her most spectral bridegroom
Her ghostly lover.
Slipping the ring into her finger.

Minnie Grace was a curious, rare creature
From a scarcely believable world,
Where love; Where fun; Where story,
Where all that was foreign in us, flourished.

My mother forever tsk, tsking her friend,
Rolling her eyes,
Begging for mercy from
The hilarity of Minnie Grace’s stories.

Laughing out loud.
For the love of God
Out Loud!

Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-12-07 at 16:59

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Is this a new version or am I experiencing déjà vu? Either way, I love this. Your mother's ribaldry brought forth by the irrepressible Minnie Grace is priceless, and for your young eyes—a testament to the unexpected.

Brava *

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
What a wonderful story. The best stories and characters of course are true ones. Sometimes the older we get the more we remember.

"Minnie Grace was a curious, rare creature
From a scarcely believable world,
Where love; Where fun; Where story,
Where all that was foreign in us, flourished."

it is always good when we visit such lands with our guests.
we also enjoyed the journey. lovely!
and we laugh ..when we laugh!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely memory. People should get chances to laugh.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Ashe.
adulterer, is he, 'cos, the church,
that for him, it's all right!
oh the hypocrisy of it all
just got laugh, anint, yer!

I know jealousy. Men, once you marry them,
think they own you, body & soul, & can tell
you how to live. If I want to enjoy life, I'll enjoy it.
Like now, without the men. AMEN!