Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Occasionally Fresh Eggs (Part 4)
My mother wrote a great deal. Eventually, I would like to share some of what she wrote. Indeed it occurred to me today that eventually writing about my Mom might flow naturally from commentary on her poems and short stories. Johanna has taken to reading Grandma Mary's poems recently. I am undone by them. In essence I am not sure how things so utterly beautiful can be described with no flourish. When I am "on," I am almost metaphysical in style and my Mom is working through the simplicity of the haiku. I wish that I could have known her sooner before mental illness robbed her of so much. But, the poems. These poems are worth sharing. I will bring some here.