She’d move along in measured paces wearing sensible shoes from down the street by the park where Washington met Lafayette, and the giant oak we’d worship and play kickball beneath
Each weeknight, the umber circle on her right shin commuted from a city bus to the front door of my suburban childhood home Sometimes I’d watch the moving bullseye grow from a dark dime to a darker quarter
Grandma and her mole would always arrive on time for supper. And after working a full day at her paper factory job, she’d retire to her bedroom, watch Perry Mason, smoke Parliaments and knit something for somebody
But every July 4th, after the dinner dishes were cleared away, we’d enjoy the illuminated night sky, we’d eat red, white and blue cake, and we’d sing Happy Birthday to Grandma
An oldie but goodie🌹 (from left to right) my grandmother, my mom, my uncle
Little T grew up at my husband’s nursery. Her coop was decimated this Wednesday. Her unique personality will be forever treasured. She reminded us all how far a little happiness can go. I must admit, I’ve been a meat-eater in the past. Over the last few years, I’ve stopped eating red meat, but have dined on poultry. Writing this piece has inspired me to finalize the vegetarian push. My son turned vegetarian two years ago, he’s a fabulous role model. I hope you’re all managing each day okay.
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I hope you’re all doing okay.❤️ My mother (in her twenties) and her magnificent smile! And despite suffering a major stroke two years ago, she still manages to show-off her gorgeous teeth!
I sketched the three drawings that accompany my poems when visiting with my beautiful mother at the nursing home. These last few weeks have been difficult not visiting with her, but days when she manages to answer the phone we get to chat a little. The nursing home allows families to drop items off. I go once a week and drop off crullers, comics, and family photos with love notes. My mother is my touchstone. Since suffering her massive stroke, over two years now, she still never complains. She manages small smiles. I selfishly miss that glorious smile of hers, the one I so often brag about-her god-given movie star grin.❤️xo