January 28, 2018. This poem (for my mother, on the anniversary of her death) was triggered by the surprise appearance of her blanket. Our kitten managed to tug this particular blanket out from the bottom of a stack of blankets and quilts … and leave it where I would step on it getting into bed. I don’t believe in coincidence – I lean toward synchronicity, and I went to bed (but not to sleep!) with Mother, the blanket, and numerology swirling. Mother was 28 when I was born, so she lived 28 years without me. She has been gone now for 28 years, so I have lived 28 years without her. Also intriguing, I am now the age she was at death. A lot to contemplate on a cold night. I got up and wrote this poem!
Synchronicity’s agent. Definitely!
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She often seems “driven” by some invisible force …!
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Ain’t that the truth!
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This is wonderful. What a lovely thing for Brie to do!
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Indeed, I haven’t had that blanket out in several years! I haven’t had a kitten in the house in years!
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Beautiful!!!
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Thank you, Lisa.
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Sorry to hear you lost your mother so young. The numbers are striking – no coincidence here. What a beautiful serenade – the connection is obviously never lost. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, VJ – I like to think she’s smiling at how I live these years since her death.
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Jazz,
This is such a sweet post. Thanks for sharing it.
Susi
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Thank you, Susi.
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So sweet that you are thinking of her! 🙂
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Thank you. She is never far from my thoughts. This day needed something more … a poem.
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Lovely! and I’m sure your mother hears your thoughts. Apparently, the blanket does too!
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Thank you!
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