For your birthday, mother of mine
I caught a fish at sea today
Then I ate him with a good wine
So now in me I feel him play
And swim around my DNA
You dead and gone for all these years,
You still frolic around my brain
All your stories, laughter...and tears
Still rumble like a distant train
Somewhere in New Brunswick or Maine
The fish, the train, the thoughts of you
Give my life all the vitamins
I need to work and play...THANK YOU
You were and are...and I don't mince
my words...the greatest gal of all.
Jacques
(Jimmy)
5 comments:
Oh Jacques, what a beautiful remembrance of your mother's birthday! I am very touched by the depth of your feelings, your poetry, your art, your music.
Always a fan.
But why does it takes all those years to rediscover our mothers!!!!!!!!!! I guess this 'weaning thing' just gets dragged on into adulthood waaaaay too long. Our moms irritate us and then we discover that they gave their all for us...and much much more. What would I be without the incredible baggage of humor and lore that little gal from the backwoods of New Brunswick brought into my life. Just thinking of her getting her first job for a law office in Montreal and spending 2 weeks with 5 chocolate bars because she thought the pay was every Friday! She had ran away from her sister-in-law Vivien who had slapped her for no reason. She had stenography, her wits and typing to her asset and she was babysitting at Ludger's, her lawyer brother in Dalhousie NB. Her stories could fill a decent scrapbook!
MERCI MON FRERE,
you have touched my hearth with your words,
Et dire que j'avais toujours une attaque de déprime quand on allait chez elle. i know why: too many words of advice that I knew were right on target.
Je lui parle souvent, pour lui demander son avis,,,,
C'est bien beau mais sa fête est le 28 octobre 1919 mon pit! La fête
de Ray Canon était le 27 octobre - 2 scorpions. J'aime bien les
scorpions. Ils ont beaucoup de coeur, de caractère et d'humour, j'en
avais marié un et ma grande amie Danielle en est une et mon ascendant
en est un!
Agreed, Jacques, per maternal adventures filling a scrapbook. My mom seems to have done everything - from selling fraudulent college degrees (a job's a job!) to nominating a president on National tv.
I fear her passing daily. No such thing as a wean from the heart, lest your selling yourself anarchy.
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