Showing posts with label Mothers Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mothers Day. Show all posts

Sunday, May 8, 2016

TODAY

Today is the designate official 'Mothers Day', yet every day is Mothers day so long as women bear children  Would that it were universally so.  However, women are, and have always been our least honored resource world wide, and mothers, our least supported natural asset.  If I could speak to my own departed mother what would I say?
  Thank you.  Yes, thank you for my life.  I know it wasn't an easy birth, nor was I an easy child, easy adolescent or easy adult.  I know the hard details of your life before me and the rest of your life too.  But just now, right now, it's all simply memories, fading photographs, and mist.  I know we both did our best, so from this distance, I'm waving at you with love, unconditional and true.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

THE WAY WE WERE


  
1943
Mother at
Thirty One Years Old

2013
"Just stop for a minute and you'll realize you're happy just being.  I think it's the pursuit that screws up happiness.
If we drop the pursuit, it's right here."
James Hillman
 
Columbine
gift from a friend
planted in the church garden today
Then
After a fine Metric Poetry event
time spent with wonderful poet,
wickedly funny friend,
John Marcus Powell
amongst old trees at Tompkins Square,
where we spotted the hawk!
(that dark spot at center)
Like many others, I'm the only mother I have now.
Through the love others have given me and I have given them, through love of all the creatures, and gardens that fell to my care,
I've seen the light of true love:
love as a verb, a vibration, 
a way of being.
  
A twilight wind swept through giving voice to the leaves.
It was a lovely, lovely Mothers day.