Memories of Mothers Day

Made motherless in your mid teens, father removed by grief, brother and sister crying out, your youth was taken by need. Emotions went subterranean, kept capped too deep in you to weep to the surface. You became a mother. As a child I never knew your pain, I was too busy with my own. You carried those unhealed scars under a granite veneer. Tears were meant to be held back and arms kept busy baking and servicing the myriad of chores a housewife did back then. They were not meant for holding me. We loved from a distance. Only in the slow dissolution of your dying did we see each other as we were. We talked for hours until words were done and there came a silence where existed only love between mother and son