and Mother's Day,
a construct of US culture,
made more complicated because
many do not have a Mom or
do not have a
more classically traditional
what is that anymore?
shared 7 ways
made it hard to say she was all mine
even though sometimes I wished that
and other times I did not.
hard to know which way she might go
unless you pushed it.
her skin so soft and that
that even with my eyes closed
I would say,
that is My Mom.
She has a way of saying
with a reverence,
perhaps I only imagine
and still it is my reality.
She wanted me to feel unencumbered by her goals,
she felt lost through circumstances,
She said to go, go and be,
be what you want,
She could not have such freedom.
When she wrote her memoirs,
reviewing 3 quarters of a century,
I am puzzled most by her thinking
her father would be disappointed in her.
How could a five year old girl
lose her father
and feel that way?
A larger than life figure to me, my Mother,
looms tall in intellectual self discovery,
exploration of faith,
and parent to 7 children, wife, productive worker
and yet she sees herself
compared to her mythical father.
He too, her father Kelly,
would have seen her for who she is today as well,
I have no doubt
if he could have,
he would have told her of his pride
and his love
he would have wished her Happy Mother's Day
and she would feel a great relief
kelly would be 127 years old