In 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