For Mother, on the occasion of her fourth anniversary…..translated (died) April 11, 2008. Here is a poem my brother wrote for her celebration of life. Thank you beloved brother. Thank you Mother.
But no newspaper headline will say
No copy will read
Of her Life full of Deeds
Of her five children that lived
Of her son that did not
But as she believed
Today she will see that little tot!
Each child that lived reflects a portion of this woman.
Each one knew and remembers
Isolated, private and individual
Some sad—some happy–some divine.
Mine are mine. I speak from them.
A Mother died to-day.
Funerals are for the living.
This one to tell of a Mother’s giving.
Funerals in our clan are not an opportunity
To wash another’s hands
But to speak true and honest
About a mother we lay to rest.
About a woman who knit our mittens
Mittens with a string from one to another
So as not to confuse mine with my brother’s.
About oatmeal for breakfast,
And how it would last.
What was good for me?
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