Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Rachelle Gardner at
WordServe Literary
Read more Katy at
LateBoomer.net
Recent Posts
- Soul Train
- Live Out Your Dream And Discard The Box
- Tears In A Bottle
- From The Young Mom I Once Was, To You
- I Can’t Help Falling
- What A Difference Ten Years Makes
- The Next Best Thing To Robert Redford
- The Memory Keeper’s Daughter
- Where Have All The Years Gone
- Fun With Kiki Cullen
- Stuck On Mom
- Ten Years Later, Our Girls From Northern Ireland Remembered
- The Thrift of Grief
- Job Security
- The Party’s Over
Syndicate
E me at katy @ ngenius.com
The Legacy
Remembering nothing,
I am his keeper.
Feathery wisp, tinged with faintest auburn,
Yellowed cellophane,
Faded page,
Mildewed book.
One
Finger
Trembles
Touching his hair,
Long decades unmussed.
Tugging it once more,
Like the baby I was.
Did he laugh? Or cry?
Or pay me back?
He died.
One
Tear
Falls
Glistening, shimmering,
Onto my brother’s lock.
Onto this,
My inheritance.
Oh Katy… Please pass the tissue. You have some there in front of you, don’t you?
Posted by Sharen on 01/28/11 at 02:40 PMSharen, Bless you!!! (And not for sneezing….) I would happily share my Kleenex with you any day, my sister-writer-friend!! Thank you.
Posted by Katy on 01/28/11 at 04:18 PMBeautiful, Katy!
My mother is in the NH with Alzheimer’s and I seem to be the only one now who knows or cares about her stories. Regretfully, my only sibling was my sister who died at birth before I was born. My mother never talked about her but I think she might have in later years. I won’t know now, so I’ll just have to meet her in heaven.
Thanks for your beautiful poetry today!Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 01/28/11 at 04:23 PMThis is completely beautiful, Katy. Thank you.
Posted by Candace on 01/28/11 at 09:12 PMDebra, Even when our parents become demented, they are often—I think—telling true stories. Maybe not factual, but still true. You are blessing your mom and yourself by being there and listening! And you are so right—-there are some stories we won’t hear until heaven. There’s a bittersweetness to that, isn’t there? I try to tell myself that every time I’m with Mom, we’re writing a piece of a new story, one I’m telling even now….Bless you.
Posted by Katy on 01/29/11 at 06:45 AMCandace, You are so kind! Thank you, my friend.
Posted by Katy on 01/29/11 at 06:46 AM
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