Hey Kids! I thought I'd offer a Happy Mother's Day note on my mother, or "Mama" as I affectionately refer to her, or Carol Lawless as the world affectionately and legally refers to her. My elder sister Molly dug up this photo of our mater, matron. (I'm not even using a thesaurus!) In this photo Carol is preggers with Molly. Look how pretty she is! She is still just as pretty and interesting as she was in this photo. In fact, if Molly hadn't said this photo had her in it, I would think the photo was taken last year.
Despite our ups n downs (A.K.A. when I was a teen), my mother is the reason I love poetry. Though not a poet herself, my mother read me many many poems from a book of verses for children [with surprisingly heavy themes like Frost's "Death of a Hired Man]:
"'Warren?' she questioned.
'Dead,' was all he answered."
Mama also prodded me to write my first poem when i
was 8, which won "Honorable Mention" in the Cricket
Magazine poetry contest.... a one-liner about how much I hated peas... which in some
way led me here.
I saw there were some melancholy postings on those mothers who are gone from this
I'm lucky to have my mother healthy and causing tons of Lawless commotion (heh heh) in Boston, Massachusetts.
I love you Mama!