It was a really crisp start to this Mother's Day, the sun was brilliant and the heat came on early in the morning. Battling a bug and yearning for stillness, I have celebrated mostly alone. Radar and I went to the Dog Park. My Mom would like Radar, I know she would. My daughter likes Radar. And after a good long run, lots of dog socializing, and some owner interactions, we came back home. We both snoozed and when I woke, I was doing what many might do today. Remembering my Mom. I called her sister, I talked to my BFF, and I remembered. I remembered when my Mom broke her toe falling off the top bunk, we all shared a room and beds when we lived with her parents! I don't really remember her always being in our bunk beds, but I can't remember the bedrooms in the house, it is a complete blank! But she most of have been reading or comforting or who knows what when down she went! It must have really hurt! But at 5 I didn't really understand, I feel down alot and it was not awful! It is those times that are so unordinary or so very ordinary that seem to pop up in my mind when I am remembering. Three years ago I heard a story about roller rinks, and it opened the floodgates. I wrote the following poem, it was just before Mother's Day, it seems like a good one to keep remembering to keep loving and honoring my Mom.
Mother’s Day 2007
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 of remembering I heard the music, hundreds of tiny wheels pushing, gliding, spinning round and round the rink.
Wobbly knees and uncertain legs, my Mom holding onto my hand
then letting go – and I am transfixed,
watching my Mother crossing over her legs with the beat,
head back, smiling as I held onto the side of the rail,
wishing she would come back to hold my hand,
wishing I could tell her how beautiful she was when she skated,
hands pumping, rhythm flowing and eyes twinkling,
as she let go for just one moment,
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