|Mother and Daughter 2009|
White lace flower curtain
Growing round and close.
Late morning heat, cooled,
Again the earth breathes sky.
Brushed by the damp and
Dead leaves, I walk.
Old fears dry and peel off.
Oh memory wind, oh friend
I open the door to your
everything and all -in
this once-was breeze
Heavy stuck leaf-prints
Evaporate and crumble
Soil-rich with promise-
Newness yet to come.
What causes this upsurge of memory? It could be a certain age, or having time to reflect? Perhaps it is a combination of turbulence and slow thought all in the context of a relationship? I am a mother who has a daughter- and "we get along" my daughter would say. Lately, when the breeze of her life blows through mine, I remember what it was like to live many years ago. I don't mean that I experience what she experiences (though that happens too) I mean that I remember myself as a teenager. I think back on my own high school years and I remember what it felt like to be devoted, absorbed and swept away by another-in the "teen way"- which is not usually accessible to my ordinary task-oriented adult self. Lately, I surprise myself with tears when I listen to the uncomplicated music of Taylor Swift. Suddenly, I remember/realize the pain of early unrequited love when I hear this song (Don't judge me!!! :-) :
Letter to Sweet-Sixteen Me
Dearest young Miss C,
Going as you are into this life with
Anger, joy, loss, and hope swirling in
A kaleidoscope of poetry and dreams, riding on
a Ferris wheel, "Carousel" and "Brigadoon"
"June is busting out all over..." but
Michigan winters are cold...
Spring arrives early in Ohio...
It's a trip all night to reach down and
find a muse alive in the apple blossoms...
A wild but careful you, an
set on the mantle and likely to fall.
Oh, I would catch you if I could.
Still wild horses will buck and break that
Should I tell you the secrets of your future?
The crystal ball has gone smoky.
You must have your time...uncomplicated
Drama with Romeo while you play Juliet or
A Christmas Pixi who sits on Santa
Claus's lap beaming over-bright
smiles into the camera.
1950s Musical Playlist
"The old dreams were good dreams;
they didn't work out, but I'm glad I had them."
Robert James Waller, "The Bridges of Madison County"
Hey there, Cynthia (on the far left), how are you doing? It's been a long time; and, it's so nice to see you, again!
Thank you, blogger friends, for taking this trip down memory lane with me. I know we stayed up all night talking but the sun is rising and I feel renewed! xxoo
(Note: Sections of this post are updated from 2009)