Wednesday, June 30, 2010

A poem for all mothers...

My Mirror

THERE is a mirror in my room
Less like a mirror than a tomb,
There are so many ghosts that pass
Across the surface of the glass.

When in the morning I arise
With circles round my tired eyes,
Seeking the glass to brush my hair
My mother's mother meets me there.

If in the middle of the day
I happen to go by that way,
I see a smile I used to know--
My mother, twenty years ago.

But when I rise by candlelight
To feed my baby in the night,
Then whitely in the glass I see
My child's face look out at me.

Aline Kilmern born 1888

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

My Mom and My Daughters

The three most important, influential and memorable women in my life.
From left to right, my youngest daughter, my mom and my oldest daughter.
The year was 1987.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Saturday, June 5, 2010