On Thanksgiving Day, the second anniversary of my Mother’s death, I had the rare privilege of seeing the Davis County Clipper do a feature on the two women who helped me with my book – Michelle Pierce (the designer) and her Mom, Louise D. Brown (my editor). A special thanks to reporter Tom Busselberg. A big fan of newspapers…I just know my Mom has read the article
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Posted in Forgiveness, Forgiving Mom, Grieving, Poetry, tagged Add new tag, Davis County Clipper, Forgiving Mom, Losing Mom on Thanksgiving Day, Louise D. Brown, Michelle Pierce, Tom Busselberg, Tom Busselburg on November 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A strange event today. It shook me up a little. My PDA reminded me to buy a card and gift for my Mom’s Birthday in several days. My Mom died two years ago. My fingers did their duty, automatically moving to delete this “repeat” I had programmed into my lifetime calendar. But something said NO!
And so…I will not delete this nudge, this reminder. It is almost like getting a direct message from Mom. What a lovely experience : )
I’ve done the same with friends who’ve passed. I will not, cannot hit the delete button and remove their information. They live on in my computer’s memory…and thankfully in mine.
Yes I mean it. I’m in a giving mood, I’ll even pay the postage. Be one of the first ten people to post a comment to this site and I will send you a free copy of my latest book, “Forgiving Mom.”
Posted in Forgiveness, Forgiving Mom, Poetry, Politics, tagged Add new tag, campaign signs, Deathbed, Deathbed Confession, Debate, Elections, George Bush, Politics, Thomas Jefferson on August 29, 2008 | 1 Comment »
My Mother was rabid when it came to political debates. She loved presenting a point of view to all of us (my brother, sister and me) and then encouraging us to debate it. She’d sit back with a grin as we all got madder and madder. The behavior puzzled me.
Several days before she died, my Mother, a “die hard” Republican who still loved Richard Nixon and still believed weaspons of mass destruction were somewhere in Iraq (long after the administration had said otherwise) looked at me and said, “Well, what do you think of our current leadership in America?”
“Mom,” I said gently, “I’m not talking politics with you (we hadn’t discussed them for more than a decade….and it gave us both some peace).”
Mom knew I wasn’t fond of George Bush or a Republican party that could be so mean-spirited and get away with it.
But here she was on her deathbed, asking me about George Bush. When she realized I wasn’t going to answer, she answered for me. What a deathbed confession! A little sideways and indirect…but I knew exactly what she meant.
“As Thomas Jefferson once said, ‘Absolute power corrupts absolutely’ ” she said.
Mom…I wish you were alive today, to see the political drama that lies ahead. I know your eyes would be ablaze with excitement.
Now, a poem I wrote when I wasn’t even voting age (1970).
The Day After Elections -by Linda Athis
A cold wind rattles tattered campaign signs.
Wall street wakes with a fear of the past.
“The winners are winning,
the losers are losing!”
Please put down your placards, flags and buttons.
Playtime’s over men.
Go back to your ten commandments…
’til the next campaign year.
Posted in Forgiveness, Forgiving Mom, Poetry, tagged Child performing for parents, children dancing, Dad, Mom, Parents, School Performance, sixth grade performance no parents on May 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I received a wonderful post from Linda Jara. She wrote a poem about an experience in her youth, and told me I was free to share it with you. Thanks Linda.
I Missed you
Mom wasn’t there and Dad wasn’t there
My class performed a musical
I looked out but couldn’t find them
It was only sixth grade
But I felt a strange emptiness
I didn’t want to seem important
I wanted them just to see my joy
Dancing with the boys
Being lifted up by the waist
In a dance move
Us singing “Silent Night”
For me it was terribly romantic
But something went missing
And it was them
Former President Jimmy Carter will be releasing his book, “A Remarkable Mother,” , published by Thorndike Press, on May 2nd. It should make for an interesting read. When I hear wonderful tales about great mothers, I have a streak of jealousy in me. I hope to get over it : )
The Rocky Mountain News has a review out today.
I saw you do it, Mom.
You cannot hide
the stolen glance I see
each time we meet.
and you look down
at my belly.
I’ve not lost weight.
Not even tried.
Those days are gone.
I only wish
your wishing was.
I was your beauty,
but then came the years,
You loved me dearly once,
when my wrists and knees
were sparrow thin.
You held me gently,
and whispered your concern.
But I knew your secret.
You loved it.
That is why, now,
when you steal that glance,
ten pounds, twenty pounds,
it doesn’t matter.
It separates us.
You’ve lost your beautiful daughter.
I will not go back.
No Mother’s love can make me do that.
But I know you feel differently.
Would you have me die early
to be beautiful?