This can be a tricky holiday, for me, as my mother was only alive for the first 10 years of my life. But in those ten years, she made enough of an impression on me to forever represent a warm, smiling sun, in my mind, that has guided me for my entire life. I’ve also met a lot of cool mothers (of all sorts of things) that have helped me a great deal along my path, not the least of which is my big sister, Sherry. So, thanks to ALL my mothers! I wouldn’t be here without you.
The courage that my mother had
The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in a granite hill.
The golden brooch my mother wore
She left behind for me to wear;
I have no thing I treasure more:
Yet, it is something I could spare.
Oh, if instead she’d left to me
The thing she took into the grave!—
That courage like a rock, which she
Has no more need of, and I have.
Beef Jerky Clouds 