Of Our Grandmother/Mother/Friend


A year after my grandmother made her transition,
I sent this poem to my mother, (her daughter) and my father.

I Am Remembering A Woman Today I am remembering a woman whose loving, pure heart has always been a resonant song of beauty in my life, like that of the birds that visited in her mother’s garden. A garden rich with wholesome presence, the aroma of summer’s flourishing everywhere, reflections of loving attention and constant care. She, like a flower was there waiting for me. All I had to do was show up. I am remembering, where ever she was, there was always an abundance of kindness, a simple grace, my mother’s best friend. The two of them in the kitchen for hours, making what we all love. God, thank you for such mothers. I love that I can feel with a fullness that overcomes me, waves of emotion holding me with a constancy, clarity of loving, her loving--it still lives through me, ever-present in all of my days and nights. I am remembering a gentleness in a human, one that I sometimes long to bask in--its blessing smiles upon me now. I remember her, and again I breathe a peacefulness inside of all I feel, all that is happening. She reminds me of my mother, and I wonder if she really knows how I see her, so clear and true. Even if I repeat myself, no matter... or if I repeat myself, it only means more of feeling that grace in woman, in these women, who have so much been a part of my life. This brings me images of a woman, who for me represented someone holy. My father’s mother--a sweet reminder, an example of prayerful love and caring. A strength behind those eyes... I love our family! I think so much of...so often of each one. I just love our family! I am remembering a woman among women, who has touched me. Each of their voices, like bells, ring out, encouraging, cheering me on. I am remembering last year around this time, just before my Grandmother's passing, how I wished I could hold my mother, comfort her, just be with her. I feel you so deeply, mom. I hope it’s O.K. that I send this to you, my mother and father. I wanted to share this moment, its depth and preciousness with someone and felt you would know just what I’m speaking of. This night, I am remembering. I am remembering a woman... My dear, dear, Grandmother. with you always, your grandson Matisha ~ December 2, 1999 If you feel to share this poem, please include credits, along with the address to my Homepage and/or this page. Thank you! All Are Invited Matisha's Poetry Links Ecstatic Dolphin Journeys Site Menu Page Enter The DolphinREALm