This will be my
first Mother’s Day without my mother. There will be no phone call to make or
card to send, just a collage
featuring a photograph of my mother, aunt and grandmother. Although my mother
rarely talked about her mother and sister, I could tell she loved them very
much. My aunt died in her mid-thirties, my grandmother at age fifty-five—so young
. . .
This week, I was
notified that the piece, Petition,
was selected for an art show award. I was grateful. It felt as though others
were joining me in an acknowledgement of my mother. My work had become my card,
my call, to three mothers who loved each other so.
Thank you for the sweet comment.-l
ReplyDeleteI love this picture. I will always wonder why Mom never showed us all of those awesome pictures with her family and the early years. Maybe they just made her so very sad.
ReplyDeleteI don't know . . . I haven't shown the children many of our family photographs. Maybe one day . . .
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