Wednesday, May 4, 2011

for my mother

My mother has decided to go to Africa again this year, this will be her fifth trip there. She is sixty-eight and will be traveling alone. She will be staying with some African ministers and will be doing missionary work, some of which happens out in the bush. It's funny how she acts like she is just going on vacation or something. When she is in Africa she is very hard to reach, besides the fact that it is extremely expensive to call there, there is also the time zone issue. So for about three to four weeks, we barely hear from her (we being whomever she decides to call when she calls, then we pass on the news) It's strange to not be able to talk to someone when you want, you can almost imagine what it will be like when they are not living anymore and I would really miss her! I worry like crazy when she is gone, knowing how naive she can be and how her compassion may take her into a dangerous situation. I worry for my father who stays alone, is eighty and always loses about twenty pounds when she is gone, he really can't afford to lose much weight. I think the lure must be the freedom....she has no freedom from her family when she is home, grandchildren are always at her house, she is needed by everyone for some little thing. She is always running, always up late, always cleaning or catering to this person or that. I think Africa is a sort of vacation from her everyday life. This poem reminds me of my dear mother and I hope her trip this year is gratifying. Happy Mother's Day Mom!! XO
When You are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look,
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars;
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And placed upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful, your mom is my hero!

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  2. Love your posts Tav! Always inspiring and insightful!

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  3. Wow Tavia, that is beautiful. You are a real inspiration and a great daughter I am sure.

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  4. Where in Africa does she go? Amazing! Happy Mother's Day to you too :) xxx
    Lynda

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