He only half dies who leaves an image of himself in his children. ~ Carlo Goldoni, Italian playwright and librettist
Dear Mom,
It’s been a year now since you left this world and entered the next, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss you.
Category Archives: Family/Parenting
Nostalgic Birthday
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor, African-American novelist
Today would have been my dad’s birthday.
He’s been gone 16 years now, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.
The Present is a Gift
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. ~J.K. Rowling, British author and philanthropist (from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, 1997)
As
The days
Get shorter
And the cold winds
Blow in from the north,
I remember with joy
Days not so long ago when
Sunshine, flowers, and butterflies
Danced across my yard with abandon
Reminding me to enjoy the present.
Note: Poetry form is Etheree.
Et tu, Brute?
Sticks and stones are hard on bones.
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything,
But silence breaks the heart.
~Phyllis McGinley, Pulitzer Prize-winning American author of children’s books and poetry
You
Fooled me.
Or maybe
I fooled myself.
Earnestly craving
A peaceful atmosphere,
I acquiesced to many
Of your suggestions, traded dreams,
And hoped we’d never experience
Long, lonely years of silence between us.
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But something happened — what, I’m just not sure —
And here we are, stuck in this cold war.
No talking. No contact. Nothing,
When I’d hoped for so much more.
It hurts to realize
You’ve hardened your heart
And just don’t care
Anymore.
Okay,
Fine.
Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree. “Et tu, Brute” were Caesar’s dying words in Shakespear’s play Julius Caesar to his friend Brutus, who sided with a clique to assassinate the ruler.
As Mother’s Day Nears
When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
Recently, I read a book that perfectly addressed my current status as an “orphan.”
Fear of the Unknown
We all fear what we don’t know… It’s natural… Yet, you were not afraid when Spring became Summer. You were not afraid when Summer became Fall. They were natural changes. Why should you be afraid of the season of death? ~Leo Buscaglia, American author, professor, and motivational speaker
I really must apologize for being so long absent from this wonderful blogging community.
Too Much to Ask?
No one is useless in this world… who lightens the burden of it for any one else. ~Charles Dickens, English writer and social critic, in Our Mutual Friend, 1865
I just want to be a daughter. Is that too much to ask?
Time for a Wee Break
Son, you outgrew my lap, but never my heart. ~Author unknown
Gee, I miss this kid!!!
It’s been many months
Since Domer came to visit.
Time for a blog break!
Note: I’ll be back shortly!
Father’s Day, 2022
But no matter what’s said, there’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, American novelist
For those of us who’ve lost our dads, Father’s Day becomes “just another day.”
No special meal with your happy family gathered around the table. No decorated cake or grilled burgers. No Hallmark cards. No gifts of goofy ties, men’s cologne, or hand tools.
Just another day.
Fighting Families
Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go by any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds; they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald, American fiction writer
Silence just might be
Worse than angry words.
At least with angry words
One has communication.
Silence is so … quiet, so empty,
Like the vast wasteland
Decried decades ago.
Still, it’s angry words
That wound so bitterly.
Angry words that scar,
Leaving hurt feelings
And bitter memories.
That cause rifts in relationships
And once said, cannot be taken back.
Family isn’t the place
For this type of insidiousness.
Family is where love should prevail.
Support, encouragement, and loyalty triumph.
And peace predominate.
At least, that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Sad that too often it doesn’t happen.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 