Hello English Muse readers! Karen from A Simple Cup of Tea once again. It’s Mother’s Day here in Belgium and I wanted to share a poem by Julia Kasdorf with you all.
What I learned from my mother
by Julia Kasdorf
I learned from my mother how to lovethe living, to have plenty of vases on handin case you have to rush to the hospitalwith peonies cut from the lawn, black antsstill stuck to the buds. I learned to save jarslarge enough to hold fruit salad for a wholegrieving household, to cube home-canned pearsand peaches, to slice through maroon grape skinsand flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.I learned to attend viewing even if I didn’t knowthe deceased, to press the moist handsof the living, to look in their eyes and offersympathy, as though I understood loss even then.I learned that whatever we say means nothing,what anyone will remember is that we came.I learned to believe I had the power to easeawful pains materially like an angel.Like a doctor, I learned to createfrom another’s suffering my own usefulness, and onceyou know how to do this, you can never refuse.To every house you enter, you must offerhealing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.
My mum’s a strong woman. She knows what she wants, she’s a great leader and is incredible in motivating and supporting people. She’s the kind of mother that I hope to one day be for my future children: strong, kind, always there when you need her.
My mum’s not someone for grand gestures, big or expensive presents. She loves to just be around family so I had a huge breakfast delivered and invited my grandpa over so he could join my mum and brother in the eating of it.
Have a lovely Sunday and a fabulous start to the week!0