My Mom would be 93 today if she was still alive. Happy birthday, Mom!!
I was with her when she drew her last breath
That’s when I learned that to be present at a person’s death is an honour
So glad I was able to be there
So glad Mom was my Mom!
She had a lot of problems.
A lot of challenges in her life
She went down some pretty hard roads
(My father was a very hard road to go down
Ask anyone who went down that road)
But Mom was feisty
She was strong
She refused to be bullied
Or, well, she tolerated it for a while (a long-ish while, to be fair)
Then one day, she’d had enough
She was a good role model for me
She wasn’t perfect
She made her fair share of mistakes
(can't think of anyone who hasn’t)
But I am thankful she was my Mom
On one of the anniversaries of her birth, I found myself in court
Ironic how one’s life can take so many twists & turns, hmmm?
How someone who used to help “enforce” the law
Would later see the need to resist it.
To challenge “the powers that be.”
My “disobedience” is always very “civil”
Violence could never be my way
I use my voice
Sometimes, my body
Sitting somewhere, somewhere I am not wanted
Sitting in “protest”
I’m not ashamed
Not ashamed at all!
I’ve sat in some fine spots, with some very fine people, waiting to get arrested.
It’s a lot more fun than you might suppose!
On Mom’s birthday, I pause
I know she’d be proud of me too
Stop. You have to stop this now.
It has to stop.
‘Quote of the day’ with this post: “May the world’s feast be made safe for women and children. May mothers’ milk run clean again. May denial give way to courageous action. May I always have faith.” – Dr. Sandra Steingraber, author, poet, ecologist, mother, cancer survivor, activist