Sunday, May 13, 2012

Gloves Off

This is the first of a series of spontaneous essays, poems and teachings I am making while driving.
This one, "Gloves Off" is a poem about my mother and gardening.

Today, on Mother's Day, when I couldn't seem to find my way through a muck of sadness about not having a mom anymore, I struck out to the garden to move irises and weed.

Only half way through did I realize what I'd done - gone to the one place she loved to be:

Gloves off by Miriam Hall

1 comment:

  1. Miriam, it is so good to hear your voice, your words, your work. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you for this lovely, surprising, wonderful gift.