“She Was a Beauty in Her Time”
From birth
to death, we were entwined. I inhaled my mother’s last breath as if it were my
first. At times, my mother was my
nemesis. At other times, she was my
savior. She was a very attractive woman with
her own quirky style. There were years
when I could not or would not extend my forgiveness. Years later, I was filled with gratitude so
deep I could not remember the grievance once unforgiven. At the end of her life, in her frail and
funny days, the story rewrote itself; the pain evaporated leaving a story
simply entitled, “Love”.
My blessing
for you: May you loosen your grasp around grievances, whether justified or
imagined. May you pull out a box of watercolors or pastel sticks and color your
story the way you want to see it.
Mixed-media drawing, 5" x 8".
©Claudia
Rose, Ph.D.
