Friday, December 2, 2016

(1915-2001)

                                                                   With love and admiration to all mothers

When her hearing went
She often said,"I can hear you
But I can't tell what you're saying."
At her kitchen table
We watched a storm pound
The olive orchard--
Sunlight fled the field
Crossed the creek and
Dark filled the window,
Then lit blinding blue
Over thunder to the bone.
When the room unrattled
She laughed, "I heard that.
I just couldn't tell what it said."
I wish again that her hearing
had been better because
I'd love to know.

5 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful piece Geo. It made me sad, but it also made me smile.

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  2. Your mother? Your grandmother? No matter. A fascinating person.

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  3. Ah, lovely, Geo. And like Rick, it made me sad and made me smile too.

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  4. My husband has a hearing problem, but it seems worse when he is listening to me.

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