With Mother’s Day just around the corner, here’s a poem Mom wrote in memory of her mother in 2004. The occasion was the 101st anniversary of Grandma‘s birth. It had been more than two decades since Grandma’s passing, but her oldest child was still thinking of her parents together.

Dancing together.

Maybe

In a photograph the window
lures us to a world away we’ll never see
so like a road ascending bending
on the driver’s side and then is gone
as we are gone
what comes to life then is imagination
dressing the unseen view in gold or ashes
with someone waiting there for us
someone we long for or are afraid to see
maybe the day will turn to night abruptly there
or an old snowman stand intact on a green hill
maybe there’s music in a barn
and birthday dancing my young Mother
dreamed of all her life
maybe she’s there herself
calling my redheaded Father
to come in

~ joan vayo March 21 2004

It brings me comfort to see that Mom was thinking creatively about what the afterlife might bring. We all wonder, don’t we?

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“Maybe” © 2004 Joan Vayo. All rights reserved.

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