It's not easy being a Mom. Perhaps that is the understatement of the year, you think ladies? I just returned home from the place where my own Mom is loaning her body to temporarily, Barrancas National Cemetery on NAS Pensacola, Florida. Of course a trip such as to the last place you left your Mother tends to promote reflection and so I find myself before my computer making this post.
The Rock of Gibraltar is a high cliff in southern Spain, at the south-western edge of the Mediterranean Sea near the town and port of Gibraltar. When people say solid as the Rock of Gibraltar they mean something safe and firm. That certainly was the situation with my Mom. Having run across something I wrote for her back in the 80's, I thought this might be a great time to bring it out of moth balls and send a solute to the Mother's of the world who daily continue on, even when they really don't feel much like it.
My mother...
As a child she was
helper, provider, security
Rock of Gilbraltar.
As a teenager she was
enemy, adversary, foe, spy
or so I thought. Young
cloudy eyes see
dimly, looking out
at a world
so confusing.
Days last forever, weeks turn
to eternity.
My relationship with
my mother all cracked
and frayed...
but maturity came to
me
or caught me after
forever days and
eternal weeks.
Time heals and
I grew up even
I who ran
from myself or
possibly my mother.
Today my mother is
someone to me
who I need and who I
pray needs me.
Time healed and my mother
became my friend.
She is
helper, provider, security,
Rock of Gibraltar.
She is my mother,
I love her.
She is my friend.
And here is a shout out to mother types around the world - Happy Mother's Day.
