This Mother of Mine…
My mother passed away early this morning. It was sudden and unexpected and yet we had a few days notice. My mother is out of state on the other side of the country. I had major surgery on Monday and called her on Wednesday from my hospital bed to hers. I am so glad I made that phone call and the many others before. I had numerous opportunities to say everything I wanted her to know and I know she heard me. Her service is this Monday but I won’t be able to attend as I still have weeks of recovery before I can get around let alone travel. It never once crossed my mind that I would ever miss my own Mother’s funeral. But here we are. I wanted to say something personally to her on that day, so I wrote her the following poem this morning. It seemed appropriate to share it today as well, since this is the day I wished that I also could have been there.
I drew these flowers for my mother last year when she was also in the hospital. There is a reason one gives flowers when someone is not well, has passed on, married or become a Mom. I dedicate all my flower photographs and drawings to her. There simply are not enough flowers in the world some times. © Britt Conley
This Mother of Mine
Words tap danced upon her brain like candies of possibility.
She mastered the English language while examining it’s long history.
She was different, she was mine.
Her world was full of playwrights and poets, music and thyme…
poached egg breakfasts and the cross word lines,
Logic puzzles sharpened her mind.
Practicing over the keys of past masters helped her pass the time.
She lived for English mysteries, Isaac Asimov and Bradbury,
She was different, this Mother of mine.
We didn’t always see eye to eye.
We did however, exchange many heart felt moments within our time.
I have to say, retrospect is a bitter sweet find.
I would have changed quite a bit and I would have tried…
I know she loved me and I know she was mine…
Mine in my heart and always for time.
She knew all these things even when we fought.
Long ago we sorted it all out.
We were very close, especially the last few years.
We laughed a lot and exchanged many tears.
I can’t be there today so I give her this rhyme.
She knew she was loved and she knew it was time.
All my love forever and always Mom, you will always be in my heart and my mind.
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