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Embroidered with Gold
Her life, embroidered all around with gold, returns to me although she’s now been gone for ten and seven years. I cannot hold her arm when we go walking on the lawn or hear the phone ring knowing it...
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Mother
Blanket for the cold, level for the anxious, ocean for the thirsty, Thanksgiving for the hungry. Family for the lonely, joy for the downtrodden, medicine for the ill, treasure for the poor, a song for...
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A Meal.
Shaking hands prepared this meal, Shaking hands finish this meal. Mother and Daughter Eat in hushed silence Mother and Daughter A suspense, turbulent. Too quickly, Daughter finishes her meal. Too...
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The Phone Call
The phone would have rung about 11:00 this morning. “Happy Thanksgiving, honey.” My mom. And she did it on Christmas, and Easter, and our birthdays, and our anniversary, always that call to begin the...
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Remembering
My mother used to tell my brother and me that she’d played shortstop for the Brooklyn Dodgers. I never questioned that. You would have to have known her. She was so convincing. This became family lore,...
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Finding New Places
There were her clothes, slacks in every color, warm sweaters, decorated sweatshirts, comfy shoes, even her underwear. I sat on her bed surrounded by it all. She was no longer here to wear any of it,...
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Certain Things
A shell, a piece of bone, a tumbleweed, some driftwood, Indian beads, a little stone… these things hold memories, and how I need them. Grandchildren learned names of shells with speed from my...
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YOU WERE THERE
I want to share one of my favorite songs “You Were There.” My song is for both my parents. I was very close with my parents all of my life and watching them decline has been a painful process. My...
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Happy Mothers Day…
English: jkklglh (Photo credit: Wikipedia) I remember back when mom seemed mean we never knew the things she had seen as children we always knew it all mom was there when we would fall we...
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Thirty-Nine
Today I turn 39. My last year in my 30’s. If I had my nearly 4 decades to do over, I’d stay home with my kids, which is a total contradiction because I hated staying at home when they were very...
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