Sunday, April 10, 2011

A Poem for Sunday

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Julia Kasdorf has written a beautiful poem entitled "What I Learned from My Mother."  She captures exactly what I have spent years observing my mom and grandma doing--providing comfort to those who need it.  Here's how she begins her poem:



    I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on hand
   in case you have to rush to the hospital
   with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds.
But perhaps even more true is her insight that:

I learned that whatever we say means nothing,
what anyone will remember is that we came.
Read the whole poem here, then go hug your mom if you're able. She deserves it.

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