The love between parents can be wonderful and mysterious to their children. Robert Hedin, a Minnesota poet and the director of The Anderson Center at Tower View in Red Wing, does a fine job of capturing some of that wonder in this short poem.
My Mother’s Hats
She kept them high on the top shelf,
In boxes big as drums –
Bright, crescent-shaped boats
With little fishnets dangling down –
And wore them with her best dress
To teas, coffee parties, department stores.
What a lovely catch, my father used to say,
Watching her sail off into the afternoon waters.