Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
My mother instilled a deep respect for nature within me. She taught me all I know about gardening and encouraged my curiosity about the world around me. I remember her best in the garden. Her slender hands stained from the earth, her eyes as blue as the sky. Wispy hair pinned off her neck to catch any cool breeze in the humid summer heat. She wore her favorite old jeans grubby at the knees, and a faded cotton shirt. She never cared what she wore, for she would rather spend her last dime on a new flower.
She loved to watch the sunrise sitting on her back porch that faced the woods. She sat in her old rocking chair, drinking her coffee and listening to the birds serenading the dawn. Although she is gone, she was/is my touchstone for what is real in my life.
spring rose profusion-
memorial for mother
velvet petals fall
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday Memorial
I love the way the garden becomes a memorial to your mother… to meet the sunrise sounds like something wonderful..
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Thank you Bjorn.
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A touching tribute to your Mom, Linda! I like how you focus on her love of roses! Excellent! 🙂
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Thank you Frank.
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My pleasure, Linda! 🙂
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Now that is a gorgeous memorial for your mother, Linda! It’s wonderful that you have carried on her love of gardening.
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Thank you Kim. It helps me to feel close to her even now.
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This haibun is a lovely memorial in itself. I like the idea that every rose links you back to your mother. She sounds like a woman who understood what is important in life.
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Yes, she certainly did. Thank you Sarah.
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This is a beautiful and touching tribute.
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Thank you Drew.
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A fitting haibun for your mother. I love that she loved roses, like my mother and grandmother. She links you to truly what is important in life. A lovely haiku as well.
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Thank you Toni!
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WONDERFUL, very touching. My mother died young. Your poem reopened my own memories. On a trip to the big island of Hawaii, we stayed on the Hilo side, in a bungalow on a horse ranch. We were o\n a high bluff, facing the ocean. The week we were there , I rose before dawn, and sat on the porch drinking Chinese tea and greeted the sunrise.
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What a lovely memory Glenn. Thank you!
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This was a beautiful thing to read today, thank you.
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Thank you so much River. I hope you day is going well.
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You’re welcome. Yeah, it was a pretty good day, thank you.
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Extremely touching testament to your mom Linda! Beautiful photo as well.
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Thank you you Rob.
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What a wonderful gift your mother gave you!
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Yes, thank you Dwight.
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So full of tender love! ❤ ❤
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The images and her love of gardening carried on with you, Linda, very touching and resonant.
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Thank you Jade!
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You are welcome, Linda.
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My mother was also happiest with her hands in the soil. For them it was true “One is nearer God’s heart in the garden than anywhere else on earth”. Your words touched my heart.
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Wow! Linda, I love this so much!! You were so exquisite and elegant in your delightful descriptions of your Mom and her time in her garden! You made us feel like we could have been there with her at sunrise with coffee and listening to the songbird serenade!!! Please be sure to include this in your “Best of Linda” collection!! Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you so much Chuck. xoxoxo
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Hope you two are doing well!!!
xoxoxo
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We are, and you?
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Sounds like a lovely lady to model one’s life from; especially, the “after effect” – the memories one leaves behind.
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Yes, she was. Thank you Oneta.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck! ❤️
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Your description of your mother was so touching. I could picture her in my mind. No doubt about your love for her. Beautiful rose. Thanks for your post.
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Thank you so much.
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What a beautiful legacy she left behind…thanks for sharing this lovely tribute to your mother, Linda!
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Thank you Lynn!
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