In the fanciest words, the most unusual descriptions, and the deepest expressions of love, people often rave about their own family members and their own mother, “The most radiant role model, the best friend, the greatest inspiration, and the most unconditional support.”
Tag: <span>Mother</span>
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My aunt’s body floated dead in the water when she was only five or six years old. She couldn’t hold on to the hand of her older sister, who later on would become my mother, who was only about twelve years old herself at that time.
Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Secretary Day, Valentine’s Day for lovers, Husband appreciation day, Wife Appreciation Day. Why do we have these special days? Is it because we have forgotten to show appreciation on a daily base. We sure still say PLEASE and THANK YOU, so why do we feel it is not enough?
Far in the Champagne in midsummer green
where poppy bloom between grave crosses
the grasses whisper and sway gently
in the wind, that gently sweeps over the graveyard
It felt like a flood gate had been opened. Tears were running down my cheeks. Long forgotten emotions and memories rolled over me like waves. April 1st, for many just April Fools Day, for me a reminder of the woman who gave birth to me. She would have been 91 yesterday.
Days later it struck me that I had watched a man die when I saw George Flyod’s begging for air. The video showed George Floyd, the man, at his most vulnerable moment and I witnessed it -unable to help, unable to change the outcome.
Every Mother’s Day I want to crawl in a hole and stay there until the annual demonstration of love and gratitude toward the woman who MADE you is over and done with.
“Happy Mother’s Day,” he said, looked at me and gave me the receipt. He meant well, so do all the others, wishing me the same. Now I just smile politely, a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes and everybody who knows me well would notice. The strangers in the stores they don’t know me, they don’t notice. How could they? It’s their job to be polite to customers. They mean no harm. The younger ones, who don’t have children, think about their own mothers. The older ones, who have children smile, think about their own kids. It’s natural so it seems.
Marlene had searched for her mother’s grave for a very long time.
All those years she had wondered what she would feel, surprisingly she didn’t feel anything.
I remember how I met Princess Leia, I watched her on the movie screen when I was just 14 years old. I became a Star Wars fan and that hasn’t changed until today.