Mother's Day
Mother's Day once more is here. Today is May 14th, Mother's Day in the United States and Canada and on the Island of Puerto Rico.
Personally I don't like this day ever since my mother passed away. What I dislike the most about it is the Mass celebrated in honor of all Mothers dead and alive in our Church. Father Alberto gets very sentimental on days like this one and you can see tears in the eyes of all those that no longer have their mother with them. I'm one of the ones that used to cry. But I must admit that this year I didn't shed any tears while listening to the priest which just goes to show that I have hardened. I don't know if I should consider that as a good thing or on the contrary, not good at all. I mean about becoming hard. It isn't that I don't miss my mother for I know I miss her very much. It's been 24 years, but it still feels like only yesterday that she passed away. All Mother's Day ever since have been and still are very sad days for me.
What I would really like is to go to bed on Saturday and wake up on the Monday after Mother's Day. I want to totally skip it and not have to go through it. It's too much of a sad day. Of course, whoever waits for Mother's Day to remember they have a mother ought to be ashamed of themselves. To me Mother's Day is every single day of the year. One should honor their mother all year round.
When my mother was with me Mother's Day was a time full of joy and happiness. Here's a poem I wrote for my mother today. I named it "Mother Dearest":
MOTHER DEAREST
Mother, you cradled me in your arms with your soul's song
One by one my soft little fingers interlacing with your own
Tireless you watched over me like a fearless keeper
Humbly teaching me to be honest, respectful, kind, and tender.
Everlasting memories of my childhood I now contemplate
Rather like mute witnesses of the being you forged in my fate.
Dutifully saying "thank you" I know is not
Enough to describe your gift of self-denial that
As my mother you bestowed on me.
Remembering the privilege of calling you MOM
Earnestly speaking I now say, not "Thank you", but "Gracias."
So today I affirm that I am and will always be
The continuation of your essence in time.
Carmen L. Iglesias Sierra
May 14, 2006
3:42 PM
posted by CarmenIsie @ 12:24 PM
1 Comments:
At 4:57 PM,
"Heart" said…
My friend...to be able to write a poem like that you have not hardened one single bit. Your passion and love for your mother is right there where it should be, inside of that beautiful heart of yours. As time goes on the outward signs of grief are eased and as in your case, revived through your words of beautiful poetry.
How you feel about Mother's Day is how I feel about the day that my father died. It was July 1st, 1954. I never knew him, as I was only six months old. I am now 52. All of my life I have had a place in my heart for him...the Father that I never knew...but the one family member that I look like. I think of him and wish that I would have gotten to know him. Every July 1st, I wish I could hide away, just as you, until the day has passed. Many wonderful people whom I loved also passed on July 1st. Michael Landon and Walter Matthaew are just two. So much turmoil in the cosmos around that day, I've discovered. I am a strong believer in a life after this one. I don't have all of the answers as to what will happen, but I truly believe that those whom we love or are attached too are closer to us than we even think. I believe that they watch over us and care about us and at the same time are enjoying the blessings of the eternities. You have made it nearly through your day this Mother's Day just as I will make it through the next July 1st....not as hardened creatures with cold hearts....but as vibrant women who have come through the fire of pain and can stand tall and confident that life is a beautiful thing and meant to be cherished because it is far too short.
From my heart to yours.....'Heart'
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