But perhaps even more true is her insight that:I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on handin case you have to rush to the hospitalwith peonies cut from the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds.
Read the whole poem here, then go hug your mom if you're able. She deserves it.I learned that whatever we say means nothing,what anyone will remember is that we came.