Friday, October 21, 2016

Nanowrimo

I have done it, signed up, committed to
writing 50,000 words in November.  I have 
joined a world wide community of writers, encouraging 
one another's creative efforts. I am excited, 

I am hopeful
that this will kick start me over the fear that writing my memoir 
inspires.

  Josephine is happy to wait,  she continues to join me in writing

and it is my memoir I will be writing 50,000 words of, 
in November 


the real reason for this post,

 to ask you my readers for additional support in this

writing marathon,

Please   send me your support in what ever way works best for you,  I will
receive it all with gratitude.

I look forward to sharing this 
Another improbable dream become probable  with each one of you! 



Gkn October it's almost time to start 23, 2016

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

A Day Later


Stove burners tell the tale 
a pot too full.  
freezers collection replenished,
turkey stock in yogurt containers 
labelled black 
marker on masking tape.  

Memories of a day to be shared 
with months unknown. 

gkn October 2016

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

October


Soon it will be Thanksgiving.  


 My brothers and their wives, my father, many of my nieces and nephews and my great nieces and nephews will come to Collingwood.  

We will gather in the backyard, we hope the weather allows us to eat in the backyard, often it does.  

 

My mother will not be here. 

 

My mother never saw my home in Collingwood.  

 

My mother died too many years ago

 

I miss her and I remember that rushed ride to the hospital, my brother said “ you better hurry or you will not see her alive.”   At least that is what I think he said.

 

I was confused.  I was upset.  I was shocked.  I was disbelieving in my believing.  

 

Two days earlier she had said I might not be here next year,two days before that she said,  something is wrong.   I told her to be positive to trust the doctor who said everything was alright.  I told her not to worry so much, not to be so negative. 

 

I did not call her on Monday, I thought of her on Monday.  I had seen her on Sunday.  I had talked to her on Friday, on Saturday.   

 

I did not think she would die on Tuesday.  I did not think I would hold her hand and say, it is ok, you were a good mother, you did a good job,  I did not think I would say it and mean it, so that she could take her last breath in peace.  

 

She was a good mother. 

I know she heard me.  

She believed me.  

 

She has told me so many times, since that day in October.  

 

She has told me to live my life, just to live it, 

she has told me not to be afraid of what other people say. 

 

She says that she is sorry that she was so afraid when she walked with me, sometimes holding my hand. 

 

She smiles at me, is happy for my happiness, for my ability to be (sometimes I do not worry what other people think or say about me.)  

 

She says it will all turn out and she seems to know it will. 

I miss her hand in mine, her voice on the phone, her smile, her tears, her frown…

 

It is October, soon it will be All Saints day.  

 

We will have an ancestors meal (celebrating and remembering her and others) as we have a baby dedication for August Hann her newest great grandson. 

 

We will celebrate his life on the anniversary of her death.  

We will celebrate Auggie’s spiritual earth journey. 

 

He will feel her presence with him, cheering him on, reminding him to be   August. 

 

I miss her! 

 

 

 gkn October 2016

 

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Saturday Night

Drizzling rain surrounded me today, 
was a companion at market, 
in our search 
for an early morning bagel shop
 ( not yet 2 year old Leo's request)
followed us home,
in the car  it became
fog, so dense 
we hid behind the big white 
truck, with a big load,  
straining to see. 

gkn October 1, 2016


Thursday, September 22, 2016

Happy Birthday to Zeb

Kaitlyn and Luke were at our house 
when the news arrived,  a baby, 
I napped between the texts,  excitment 
fighting concussion. 

Now,  I ride the bus, 
delighted to be able to celebrate, 
to join in,   a party with four 
proud fingers in the air. 

This mornings picture shows 
him dressed as a firefighter,  the other 
day it was a pink flamingo and 
tomorrow...I wait eagerly. 

We marched together at pride,
 come, please, his momma said, 
three generations together,  he said, 
I want the t- shirt with my family on it. 

His smile embraces me,  twinkling eyes 
shining with possibility,  as he shares 
the stories of his workers,  the coffee 
shop,  a home. 

Living with the knowledge of life's fragility, 
always present,  when reminded of his birth, 
gratitude surrounds me,  to love and be loved, 
an open gift from Zebbie to Gg 
returned. 

gkn Sept. 22 2016

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Today

I picked a pear, 
was kissed,  drove to the airport, 
ate too much at an Indian buffet, 
smiled in the rain, 
laughter, celebrated a return 
home from hospital, 
hugged goodbye, hello, 
chatted in person, liked a travel 
dream being fulfilled, 
imagined ...

gkn September 2016

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

38

I remember her birth 
like it was yesterday, 

yesterday, 
I lost my glasses, 

the anticipation, the friend who came 
for the birth, waited with me three weeks, 
held her briefly before departing, 
 
yesterday, 
I left the laundry out in the rain, 

the wide eyed wonder and delight  of her dad and I, 
as we dreamed,  planned and claimed knowledge 
of a parenting journey, 

yesterday, 
I went to the wrong restaurant to meet you, 

her first steps,  the gentle kiss she placed 
on the nose of the spring horse at her 
second Christmas, 

yesterday, 
my bicycle helmet rode in the basket as I peddled to the store

the pushing tears as she waited for the school bus, 
in the pink strawberry shortcake outfit she chose 
with pride, 

yesterday
I did not return that important phone call, 

her bicycle wheels racing down the road when 
she was told her dad and I were separating,  complete with 
her cry of but you promised, 

yesterday, 
I went to the store three times, 

the laughter and tears of sisters,  and friends,
 teenagers emptying the fridge, eating my baking, 
filling the house, 

yesterday, today, 
I celebrate the gift of mothering.

gkn September 2016