Thursday, May 10, 2018

May 10: Julia Kasdorf, "What I Learned From My Mother," Love Never Dies

What I Learned From My Mother

by:  Julia Kasdorf

I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on hand
in case you have to rush to the hospital
with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars
large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole
grieving household, to cube home-canned pears
and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins
and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.
I learned to attend viewings even if I didn’t know
the deceased, to press the moist hands
of the living, to look in their eyes and offer
sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing,
what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease
awful pains materially like an angel.
Like a doctor, I learned to create
from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once
you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
To every house you enter, you must offer
healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,
the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.


Another poem for mothers tonight.

I have a friend who recently lost her mother.  This Sunday will be the first Mother's Day where my friend will not be able to call her mom on the phone, tell her how much she loves her.  It will be a difficult day.

So, tonight, I send my friend all the love I can.  Say a prayer for my friend.  Let her know that love never dies. 

Saint Marty believes that with all his heart.

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