
trembling
cherry petals in sunshine,
my mother’s warmth
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Thanks to Michelle H. Barnes, and her quote by Auguste Rodin for inspiring this poem:
“The main thing is to be moved,
to love, to hope, to tremble, to live.”
Each April, as her birthday draws near, I feel an ache that is me missing her. Remembering love is like magic — it can’t be touched, only believed in.
This poem is very touching.
Every year, every month and frequently every night I still think of her, too. When we lose mom, it feels like a big part of life is gone.
Beautiful post!
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Thanks, Inese. Yes, we daughters never forget.
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the warmth of mother earth bears fruit!
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Yay for that!
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YAY!!!!!
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Beautiful writing.
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Thanks, Libby!
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How wonderful to have had a relationship like that and to continue to honor it!
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Thanks, Suzanne’s Mom! I wish I could wear some of your daughter’s jewelry — but I have so many allergies. I can only wear gold and platinum. 😦
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Did you get something gold there a few years ago when you won a $100 credit? Wasn’t that you?
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I won something, but I never chose anything.
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Golly, you should. I will talk to Suzanne.
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Beautiful poem and image!
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Thank you!
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I believe!Beautiful poem and gorgeous picture. Seems you never stop missing or remembering.
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We all have roots in our past. 🙂
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Positively planted!
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I understand, I miss my mother so and she’s been gone so long 💜
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I don’t think you ever forget someone so pivotal in your life. 💙
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No you never do, be safe 💜💜
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it’s all about believing – beautiful
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Thanks, Beth!
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