BTW, just after my mother died, I got an acceptance of a poem that has been singularly hard to place, entitled "When Max Called." This was accepted by Santa Fe Literary Review, and is about none other than my mother.
Pretty amazing. Thanks, Ma.
I've been trying to focus on the good things about my mom, the things that sort of showed through her alcoholism--her humor, her funny observations of the world, even her knitting--she was a beautiful knitter, even in her cups, and I have a sweater and poncho she made for my eldest son and daughter. There were many good things about my mom, and I think it's important for me to remember these as I go through my grieving.
It's hard to pick up life and move on after losing someone as significant as a parent, but possible. I am glad I am teaching this semester--it's good to just have something to keep life moving forward.
1 comment:
Wow... Amazing serendipity. I just picked up my father's ashes & just found out a poem of mine called "My Father's Ashes" was accepted. I do believe they are with us still, in one way or another.
xo K
Post a Comment