Our mother died today
1736 time marked out by her last breath
So our memories flow freely now
Unencumbered by her rattling breaths
A valiant heart struggling to maintain
What cannot be.
Memories of her sun soaked tea
Sweet pickled watermelon rinds
Endless baked treats brought to
Endless 4-H meetings
Ferried about as we were by her
Our lives hers
Her life was ours and now…
Now we are alone with her body
And our memories
Of what it is
To be our mothers sons.
David Michael McCullough
1 comment:
David - So Sorry for your loss. I don't know if you remember this, but your mother painted a portrait of myself and Keith that my mother gave us for a wedding present. That portrait has hung in our house ever since (33 years). It currently is in our dinning room and I will always think of it as a tribute to her. She was such a wonderful artist!
Monica
It was so good to talk to you yesterday and look forward to seeing you soon!
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