My Mother, My Inspiration

DIGITAL CAMERAIn honor of the 10th anniversary of my mother’s death (has it really been that long!), here’s a piece I wrote for Mothers’ Day, 2005. Though hard to tell here, the original poem was in the shape of a pink (her favorite color) dress. She never wore a pair of pants in her entire life, and her unbraided hair reached down to her waist. I still miss her. For those who knew her, what would you add?

Yarn-knitter          Baby-maker

Salt and pepper-collector / Go-getter

Potato masher-collector / Accordion-performer

Children-entertainer / Care package-sender

Needlepoint-sewer / Hospitality-offerer

Grandma-perfecter / Braille-endeavorer

Animal-intolerator / Laughter-infector

Home-maker / Hat-crocheter

Pie-server / Idea-getter

Wound-binder

Hard-worker

Africa-longer

Public-speaker

Pioneer-adventurer

Sunday School-leader

Music-lover / Bangs-curler

Puzzle-doer / Pickle-canner

Dress-donner / Movie-nixer

Oyster-eater / Sugar-shunner

Word-repeater / Braid-wearer

Jump rope-tryer / Dune-climber

Husband-server / Hygiene-seeker

Reading-teacher / Chocolate-lover

Necklace-wearer / Eyesight-dimmer

Cake-decorator / Fresh bread-baker

Medicine-dispenser / Dr. Laura-listener

Cello-player / Pillow-sewer / People-pleaser

Dispensary-worker / Des Moines-originator

Piano-plinker / Mill-displayer / School-teacher

Book-reader / Stuffed-toy-creator / Example-doer

8 thoughts on “My Mother, My Inspiration

  1. Prayer Warrior? I wish I’d known her. She sounds like a wonderful woman. I miss my mother, too. We just passed the 11th anniversary of her death in December. Memory Eternal to both our mothers.

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  2. Wow Karen, I’m impressed! I’m sure your mom was blessed and honored by that tribute. Two thoughts about her came to mind: she loved the King James Bible and, I believe, loved playing Rook, right?

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  3. Yes! You are right on the money. Though I often associate those two things more with my dad, my mother definitely had those traits. Yet she was conflicted, I think. She felt that The Living Bible was appropriate for English learners, but disdained it for herself. And Scrabble was her preferred game. When we played Rook, she’d heave a deep sigh if she got a bad hand (which she claimed happened frequently). So if she took the bid, we knew it was a zinger. Dad, on the other hand, would keep a poker face and bid even on a bad hand. Oh the memories . . .

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