a poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen, Denmark

She’s the cradle of mankind
that sings to me lullabies.

She’s the everlasting chord
that binds me to my birth and life.

She’s a diamond in the nights
that reflects prayers
to heavens above.

She’s an anchor on the seafloor
when my life’s boat is tossed
by storms and cyclones.

She is my mother, our mother-
our life, anchor and guide.

April 16, 2011
At the age of 83 with failing health and eyes, my mother is still able to write me regular letters. This afternoon I spent time putting together her letters in one folder, spending time to reread some of the earlier mails. The readings brought me to a flood of memories and deep melancholy. Hence, these lines were written.

Mahatma Gandhi and the Ganges River
Precious Moments of Mothering
Children and Parenting
Dear Mother From Your Child

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