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Tag Archives: family
It’s only too late when you’re dead
my mother & my father’s brother took me out to lunch after they got married sweet to see her blush & soften like a girl when he took her hand & he smiled like an Olympic winner, only with less pride … Continue reading
trust is a learned thing
trust is a learned thing: that something so big can name, can love, can nurture one this small dry tears with a kiss & stitch together a torn heart with a smile it is known by infants as something real, … Continue reading
my sister’s birthday
Your eyes opened 47 years ago, May 9, the perfect Mother’s Day present born a month early. I knew this story before I had words to tell it myself, heard it repeated by our mother in the litany of births … Continue reading
05/06/2012
may is the month for remembering my sister’s birth my mother’s death separated by years, only 4 days apart on the calendar the flowers I place carefully over their graves spice the air like cinnamon coloring the palate remembered love … Continue reading
Undomesticated
women in my family sow, but don’t sew, don’t knit, and crochet hooks are useless between our fingers but give us a pen, a piano, pastels, or a paintbrush, and we create like crazy; we paint a cross stitch of … Continue reading
Alzheimer’s poem # 8: Why I call my mother Lois
in 77 years, she had so many different names her husband and friends called her Lo, & we 3 called her Mom & when she forgot she was a mother & that she had a nickname once when she started calling … Continue reading
my mother’s home
Lois went to a place full of old, sick, inconvenient people sitting in chairs lining the hallway denied my impulse to care for her myself by her husband; because, as he put it, I had a life & a family of … Continue reading