A Timeless Tribute.....and a lil bit o' drama (butt, ofcourse)

[muzikchick]

Inspired to post it, by the following aritcle
{Happy Mum's Day--if you can't appreciate them on Sunday, remember them in some way}

http://www.fortune.com/fortune/artic...0.html?cnn=yes

A Tribute To My Mother
By Chungmi Kim
A Mother of five, myself being the forth daughter; this poem inspired me 3 years after my mother left this Earth to join the angels in heaven~~Me.

I see your face Mother…….smiling, with a shadow behind
the sunset.
The days of your youth silently unraveling—

Born a woman a half a century sooner…..you were a warrior in diguise.

Your heart fill with love and courage…..you taught your children such optimism
that life was indeed worth living.

At seventy-seven now, you sit against the wall, your back bent
your body shrunk in half.

Silent in apathy……..you do not cry…….for joy or sorrow

And you have no questions…….about my homecoming.

Tell me mother, what has taken your soul away so cruelly?

Mother:
Nothing matters—
Nothing in this life.

I’m waiting for my life to be taken away.

Daughter:
Why Mother, why?

Mother:
A bride of seventeen—I was married to a man of
Thirty.
Chosen by my grandmother. The first, the only man.

He was proud as an eagle, with a temper like a thunder
Storm.

Daughter:
Did you love Father?

Mother:
I bore him four sons he was proud of.
I bore him five daughters he was indifferent to.
Together we built a nest of wealth and nurtured our children
with words of wisdom.

I taught you to respect your father.

But nothing matters anymore.

Daughter:
What anguish do you remember most mother?

Mother:
Your brother went to the war and never returned.

I never forget—
Help me! Help me, Mother, he cried,
If I go to the war now, I fear I’d never come back alive.

He knew his destiny.

A box of ashes came home.
And the world around me was shattered.

One month after his death the day of liberation came.
Just one month after.

Daughter:
In another war you lost your daughter.
My sister.

Born a girl in the year of the horse she was the daughter with a wild temper.
She sang in a voice sharp as a knife, danced in the night like the flame of a torch.

Her ambition grew like the grapes on the vine. But then she was in disgrace for being a woman.

Another war broke.

And she flitted from one illusion to another.

One rainy day, she ironed her dress with pretense and drank the water of sweet death.
A virgin—dead. At twenty one. She was buried in the wilderness. In the wilderness where the virgin soul was destined to linger eternally.

Mother wailed.

The pain and anguish nailed hard on her bosom and rusted in all the years of her life.

Now in apathy.

Mother:
I prayed God.
I prayed Buddha. To take away my life instead of my children.

God and Buddha they left me long ago, when the war broke.

But nothing matters. Nothing—

Daughter:
It matters, Mother. It matters that you are my Mother. Through you I had a vision of life different than yours. Through you I learned the wisdom to see for freedom. You paved the way for my journey into the world unknown. Through you, I gained the courage to survive. It matters that I am your daughter. Mirror to mirror through myself, I see you. You see me.

Are you not happy that I came to see you? Show me a smile, however faint. Open your heart just one more time.

Mother:
Tears, my tears……..Strange you bring back my tears. Am I alive?

Daughter:
You are, Mother……….eternally.

[muzikchick]

p.s.--Anyone know how long a ride to Bedford Hills Women's Correctional Facility? Vanessa is craving Devil Doggs.

[muzikchick]

don't ask why I hate them:

Bedford Hills Correctional Facility Route I-90 East to Taconic Parkway South to Route 84 ??
East, to Route 684 South, to Sawmill Parkway. Take
first exit to Harris Road—turn left on Harris Road,
proceed up and down to the Facility on the right.
(Approximately 130 miles)

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