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Sunday, May 08, 2011

Poem - The Mother Of Certainty

In Mother's home
there will always be a kettle
of hot water for tea on the stove
(or a pitcher of iced tea in the fridge),
a jar of peanut butter
on the table, and
a container of the tempting results
of a recent baking session.

It may be unwise to take
comfort in these few bits of
certainty when life is so
unsure. How else do you
drown out the ticking of the
death clocks winding
down all around?
The loudest of which is
our own.

I was grief stricken and
wallowing when she said,
"Now you have to do only
what Carney wants.
You have to figure out
what you want."
Of course this was said with
love; it was also said with
an appropriate amount of
sadness and anticipation.

Mom has shown me that
life is to be enjoyed,
loved ones are to be held close, and
acceptance of a truth is always
the first step. Doubt your choices
while moving on;
life is meant to be lived
and remembered.

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