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.
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