A Sweet Sting

remembering
my mother,
arms wide and strong
like tree branches
warm with morning sun,
memories
settle like bees
on sunflowers,

a sweet sting

Notes: Even a touch of melancholy can be magic — remembering being loved — I was 4 when I lost my mother. For me, she will always be larger than life. This November is especially bittersweet as I just lost my mother-in-law. Mid-November is the prelude to the holidays — preparation leaves only a few moments for remembering. What does November mean to you?

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So well evoked

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Brenda Davis Harsham says:

November 21, 2021 at 11:27 am

Thanks, Derek.

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Brenda Davis Harsham says:

November 21, 2021 at 11:28 am

Sorry, headache today, and when my cousin’s spelling of your name emerged, I didn’t notice until I’d sent the reply. Perhaps you’re starting to feel like family. 🙂

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- derrickjknight says:
  
  November 21, 2021 at 1:04 pm
  
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I’m so sorry Brenda. It’s never easy losing our mothers. But you were such a wee one when you lost yours. I’m so happy you have wonderful memories of her. I believe those who love us never want to leave us. The choice isn’t theirs to make. And November is my least favorite month. It’s the doorway to winter and the slaughter of millions of beautiful and innocent turkeys.

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Brenda Davis Harsham says:

November 21, 2021 at 11:26 am

It’s month to remember and be grateful for the things that keep us alive. That is bittersweet, I suppose. But I can’t dislike a month with such amazing leaves, falling everyday like the universe is baptizing us in beauty.

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One never really gets used to loss, although it does eventually glow with a hazy film around it after a while. November, like every other month, is a month to say thank you to the universe for gifts both given and given away.

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