October 27, 2006
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Winter approaches
and I can hear my mother calling to my younger self
“dress warmly, for I love you”
I can feel her soft, veined hands as she drapes me in the scarf,
and I am small, still thin-boned and loose limbed.
My mother is only a phone call away now
yet I can feel the pull of age on her as she drifts
and I cannot follow for I have babes of my own to bundle.
I can feel the wind shift and I pull them closer to me,
for I love them and want them to stay warm.
Comments (20)
Poetry.
Sweet
You say it so beautifully.
I too feel heaviness that I cannot be all the support my mother needs as her needs grow ever bigger with the Parkinsons, sad that my mother no longer mothers me, and conviction that I my children are my priority. Ahh…
Julie, this is beautiful, as I am caught up in those memories. Thank you for sharing! …. and a darling sweet picture.
♥
Incredibly beautiful……
I need to find a good scarf, hat and snowsuit for Sam.
I mailed you something today.
Beautiful!
Yes poetry. And for a glimps, I thought I was looking at your daughter with curly hair.
Thank you for sharing that
. It warms my heart, on a night like this Julie, that there are people like you in the world.
That is beautiful, Julie. Just beautiful.
So beautifully worded.
Beautiful, Bittersweet Post! Be Blessed
The changing of the seasons always make me think of the past.
Beautiful post.
So beautiful and true. I do think the changing of seasons makes us ponder the seasons of life.
So sweet. Is that you??
yes, it is me.
Love the “babes of my own to bundle.” It’s the natural progression, but still hard sometimes.
oh but that is beautiful!!
and i’m glad to see another jane siberry fan….”when i was a boy” being one of my faves. but, when i listen to it i cry. but i love it. one song in particular (the gospel according to darkness) helped me through my mom issues, so it was interesting that album was on this post about your mom. it is when she talks about holding her sweet mama in her arms…oh but i’m getting the emotion just thinking of it now. how the baby doesn’t know how hard it’s gonna be and all that. i think of my own mom and how hard her life was and how it made her who she was and how she did the very best she could with her own kids…it helped me to forgive and heal quite a bit. music can do that. i love jane!!!! can’t stop listening to “bound by the beauty” these days though!
BEAUTIFUL.
knock it of will ya’?