My Beautiful Mother
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| Frances Longo Walsh 1915-1966 |
OLD MOTHERS
Never had the opportunity--
missed the privilege
of doting upon my old mother.
Mother died
of a heart attack
at fifty-one
Watch with envy--
sweet old mothers
with rosy rouged cheeks
and charming smiles
carefully navigating
footed canes
or wheeled walkers
Dutiful daughters
accompany them
pleasantly
in doctor’s waiting rooms
taking their tweed coats
making small talk
about the grandchildren
and what Aunt So And So
will be serving
the church ladies for lunch
Blessed daughters
who left beds unmade
dishes in the sink
who listen attentively
to doctor’s instructions
see that Medicare
and supplementary insurances
are processed properly
who assist them
with their coats
and to their cars
stopping at pharmacies
on the way home
Maude Carolan
My mother went to be with the Lord a week before my 22nd birthday and I've missed her sweet presence in my life all these years. She was selfless and humble, a diligent help-meet to my father and simply the dearest mother one could ever have.
The above poem received an honorable mention in the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Contest.
Happy Mother's Day
to mothers, everywhere...
God bless you all!
Beautiful, Maude! A mother's love is powerful, even from a distance... Happy and Blessed Mother's Day!
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting, Kathy. My mom, indeed, was one in a million.
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