It is Mother's Day, and this is the 5th Mother's Day that I cannot call my Mom and say Happy Mother's Day. I now get to imagine her as happy, full, whole, reincarnated as who knows what, on her path of continued oneness with the universe. Several years ago I was riding in the car going out to see my daughter, son and grandkids and I heard this story about a roller rink closing and memories flooded back. That night I wrote most of the poem that I titled "Remembering". Mother's Day seems the best day to share!
Remembering
I was driving down the highway,
When I heard about the roller rink closing.
It had opened the year that my Mother was born.
In that moment I heard the music, and hundreds of tiny wheels pushing, gliding, spinning around the rink.
Wobbly knees and uncertain legs, Mom holding onto my hand
then letting go – and I am transfixed,
Watching my Mother crossing over her legs to the beat,
head back,
smiling as I held onto the side rail,
Wishing she would come back to hold my hand,
Wishing I could tell her how beautiful she was as she skated,
hands pumping, rhythm flowing her eyes twinkling,
As she let go for just one moment,
and got to be herself.
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