I only had one child. He only had one mother.Dear older, older brother,
I'm thinking about our mother. I've grown to become much like her. I'm like the woman who was your mother. Your mother was different from my mother.
A little girl who died after nine days changed her.
One woman, she was, but she was two mothers. She was the one before and the one after. The sense of loss never quite left her.
Dear older, older brother,
Do you know how lucky you were to have known her? I can see her heart from here. She was a flower reaching for the sun,. She was strength and intuition. She so loved her children. She knew wo many things. She was stubborn, feisty, and a force to deal with.
I am a child of her gene pool. I am a mother like her. But I had a different mother.
My mother was older, sadder, and farther. I had to reach to find her.
I have one son. He has one mother.
Or do I? Or does he?
We never really meet our parents until they leave us.
People called her Daisy.
--me strauss Letting me be
9 comments:
Tis true, you don't know what you have til its gone.
hugs...Mom's eh?
I had two mothers caught up in one lady. the first free and happy until my brother died. The second depressed and tired.
Hi Janus,
Truer words were neve said.
Thanks for reminding me. :)
Hi Easy!
Yep. Mom's are important folks, aren't they?
Hi Dr. John,
It's sad that a mom can be lost in that way. We can only watch a spirit get caught in itself and be alone, sad and far away.
My two older siblings and I were all born to the same parents, but it wasn't until my mother's funeral that we realized that we were raised by very different women. It was an eye-opening event and somewhat sobering, actually. We all had to reach to find her in our own ways. After awhile, it actually was that common act of reaching that created the bond that the 3 of us have now.
It's something you have to work at and work through. If you can persevere, it makes all the difference in the world.
Oops! I clicked the wrong thing. That comment above is from me, not anonymous. :)
hi Dawn,
I guess it's a most human thing that we give to each other the part of us each person needs. Or maybe we see in eaoh other the part that resonates with our own soul. Every has his or her own mother. It is so.
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