Posting for a friend…

A New Name For Mother

I wandered in an age old place with gray framed memories and dusty floors

a small girl child crouched just out of reach and watched me

not afraid, but not quite friendly.

She followed me, expectantly

as though I might show her something.

Without warning I came upon a woman I remember

with hands like mine and a broken voice

she didn’t look up, not even once.

She was busy spinning a blanket for herself.

She seemed incapable of looking at me.

I wanted her to see me – to hear me

but my words became solid and fell into the dust –

they couldn’t reach her

like they never, ever reached her.

I turned and looked at the little girl and she stepped out of the shadows.

I reached out my hand and she took it.

Quietly, gently, we opened the door and found the sun rising;

we looked at each other and smiled.


About Green Jean Granny

I believe in and practice positive living with a bit of a barb it seems. I love YARN, music, reading, history, and gemstones. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its beliefs. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a (not so) quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a nondenominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and an add on (a rescued kitten). Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative disc disease and fibromyalgia. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow going. Our 10 kitties were rehomed by rescue after his stroke.
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One Response to Posting for a friend…

  1. CottageWitch says:

    beautiful 🙂

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