My mom
A woman to be celebrated
Born September 30, 1946. San Francisco native and a passionate SF Giants fan. She has fierce red hair, the color of a deep southern baked cherry pie. She has shiny candy apple red nails on the tips of her fingers. She gives generously from her heart to the ones she adores. She enjoys dabbling in watercolors and painting birds.
She has a younger sister. They have the kind of relationship you admire. She has three kids: two sons and a delightful daughter. I am the youngest. Her skin is smooth and soft, like a baby’s bottom. Her complexion of a teen. Did I tell you I have her skin? Thank you, Mom. Spoiled with love and affection and never missed a swim meet or football game. She enjoys gathering with family. But don’t leave your glass unattended for too long. It will go missing. Only to be found cleaned and set to dry on the dish rack.
She has six grandchildren. Three boys, one girl, one Reigner, and one Jax. She wears a smile that lights up a room. She has a cheerful laugh you could recognize anywhere. She doesn't shy away from a good dose of tough love. I learned what not to do by watching her reaction to my brother’s mischief. She treats herself to a delightful Sunday morning - coffee in bed, Sunday paper and book within reach, or a good conversation with her best gal pal.
A lover of books and cozy evenings by the fireplace. A piercing puzzle maker and competitive card, bocce, and mahjong player. A collector of memories and creator of photo collages for special occasions. A devoted mom, grandma, sister, daughter, wife, ex-wife, and friend. An adventure for travel. A fondness for home sweet home.
Married twice and divorced once. She wears a wedding ring symbolizing chance and reunited love. Her second marriage is where Connie got her groove back. She pursued and persevered, fell in love again, and dared her wounded heart. She knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. Did I tell you she tracked down her teenage crush only to discover him again after 23+ years? She gave us one of the greatest gifts, Joe.
She revealed what it means to fall in love again, and great love reaps great rewards. She modeled the meaning of gratitude and the value of a simple thank-you note. She bared to be brave, take risks, and follow your heart. The one I share in joy with and call when ill - never too old for a mother's care. A woman worthy of recognition and honor. A woman to be celebrated.
This poem was originally written in 2021
Prompt
You might begin by writing with one of the following:
a woman worthy of recognition and honor
a woman to be celebrated
Grab a pen and paper or your favorite journal. Set your timer. Write for 15 minutes, pen never leaving the page. See what words flow.
Comment if you try. I would love to hear about your journey and experience with intuitive flow writing!
Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful and nourishing moms.
I understand this holiday may be difficult for those who have lost their mom, or perhaps the relationship is estranged. Whatever the situation, whatever this day means for you, or whatever may come up, please know I am sorry for your loss, and I hope you find comfort in your heart and hold yourself tenderly.