Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day draws a blank
for me. I didn’t meet her
until after returning
from Vietnam.

Shortly after that
she had a stroke
and our relating
was short lived.

I had one mothering-like experience
on a camping trip with a friend on
Assateague Island in Maryland.

We canoed to our campsite,
set up the tent, cooked food,
did Ecstasy for the first time,
and life slowed to a stillness
that neither of us had known.

I curled up in Deb’s lap and cried,
feeling her love flowing thru me,
strong, protective and gentle.

That happened 40+ years ago,
yet I harbor that experience
of trust and total surrender,
as the mothering touch
that I still hold dear.