Saturday, 1 July 2017

Me with Ma in Florida.

Ma says: I want to go for a walk.

Boom says the thundah in Florida.

But when we can walk, we head for the green.

Ma leading me through a shortcut to the green.

To the glorious green we stroll, where birds fly and chirp, and the flowers bloom deep rose-pink or thick, waxy-white.

Queen-of-flowers (crepe myrtle) in the green

On our way to the rocks upon which we sit, we stop to admire the big-root tree which looks very much like a banyan tree.  Its roots, instead of growing into the earth, rise upwards, bunched together like cathedral pipes beneath the ceiling of glossy leaves.

I am latching on to these days, absorbing them like a baby learning the world, but storing them like a woman-historian.

Ma is 80 now. I am hoarding, collecting her words, her sighs, her wishes and longings, her memories and laughter and little catches of songs that she sings now and then.

Ma taking in nature.

I want to be the best daughter ever, sorry for the odd times I wasn't.


4 comments:

  1. Hugs. Keep storing those memories. Stuff your heart full, and then add some more.

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    1. Child, I'm filling my eyes, my ears, my heart.

      How I wish I could have her with me, wherever I am.

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  2. Ha Ma! I wish I could see your smile.

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    1. Pat, like me, she's a li'l camera-shy. Well, for the public. I hope, one day :-)

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