“Truth can be told in an instant, forgiveness can be offered spontaneously, but reconciliation is the work of lifetimes and generations.” Krista Tippett
A healer by trade
The best he ever had
“stitches and backbone” was the operative term
Defender, protector, fan, and motto
Holder of the family tree she stood
A hen pecking out her given order
Tough as nails but a curse with vegetables
Pressure cooked cabbage Yuck! Beets. Yuck!
Good salads though
Dad got me eating green beans
Ma kept ‘em coming
Food, family, fun and memories
That’s all we have for now
That’s all we can ever have
Martinis and memories
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
“Truth can be told in an instant, forgiveness can be offered spontaneously, but reconciliation is the work of lifetimes and generations.” Krista Tippett
A healer by trade
The best he ever had
“stitches and backbone” was the operative term
Defender, protector, fan, and motto
Holder of the family tree she stood
A hen pecking out her given order
Tough as nails but a curse with vegetables
Pressure cooked cabbage Yuck! Beets. Yuck!
Good salads though
Dad got me eating green beans
Ma kept ‘em coming
Food, family, fun and memories
That’s all we have for now
That’s all we can ever have
Martinis and memories
Mother – I had a tumultuous upbringing to say the least. Mom was a great part of it in her own way. I once had a lot of animosity toward her and blamed her for a great many things. It took a long time for me to realize that most of it wasn’t her fault and that she did the best she could in raising us (me and my brother). We finally had our chance to reconcile and my soul is grateful for the opportunity to do so. Like almost everyone in my family, she is gone from this world. Passing peacefully, she left me only with good (sometimes humorous) memories. Thanks mom.
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