My mother’s memory of the poems surprised me. I’d sit with her and listen to her recite, after years of never hinting that she knew any poetry. I wonder if she was reminded of the young farm girl she once was, standing in front of her father, practicing until perfect.
Janine lives and writes in Portland, Oregon where she can’t help but be influenced by the leafless trees shrouded in fog. Winter has its beauty.
Lovely nostalgic portrait of your mother painted with a few perfectly placed words.
What a beautiful picture you painted with those words. Thank you, Janine.
So touching. Hard to believe that with only 50 words you can capture and convey such emotion. Frame this one Janine. Place it where you can see it often and be reminded of your mom, your grandfather, the farm and those classic poems.
Great job! A beautiful story, perfect one for your mother’s 3rd anniversary year tomorrow.
Hiroshi
Memories are what we carry in our hearts, this especially captured the essence of her. Thank you
Teresa Johnson
You brought my own Mom’s love of words, acute observation, and insight to mind — thank you for this, Janine. Beautifully done.
~ Ellen
Children sometimes get shocked to realize their parents have had lives/experiences quite different to the way they live now. My mum learnt French, but I didn’t know until I was almost an adult. Well done!