From all of the world's males and mates and daughters and sons and significant others to each and every one of the world's mothers and mates, especially mine. We bow in awe to you.
male grosbeak offering a bow © harrington
We stand in wonder before your awesome power.
male tanager standing in wonder © harrington
We want you to know that we know you always have been, are now, and always will be part of us, and we of you; that many of you are often the Better Half of many of us.
female bluebird surveying her world © harrington
We wouldn't be here without you and there's so much we learn from you, as Julie Kasdorf so memorably describes. Thank you for being who you are and doing what you do.
What I Learned From My Mother
I learned from my mother how to lovethe living, to have plenty of vases on handin case you have to rush to the hospitalwith peonies cut from the lawn, black antsstill stuck to the buds. I learned to save jarslarge enough to hold fruit salad for a wholegrieving household, to cube home-canned pearsand peaches, to slice through maroon grape skinsand flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.I learned to attend viewings even if I didn’t knowthe deceased, to press the moist handsof the living, to look in their eyes and offersympathy, 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 easeawful pains materially like an angel.Like a doctor, I learned to createfrom another’s suffering my own usefulness, and onceyou know how to do this, you can never refuse.To every house you enter, you must offerhealing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.
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