"What I Learned From My Mother"
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“What I Learned From My Mother” By: Julia Kasdorf Cinepoem By: Raquel Ortega
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“What I Learned From My Mother”
By: Julia Kasdorf
“What I Learned From My Mother”
By: Julia Kasdorf
CinepoemBy: Raquel Ortega
CinepoemBy: Raquel Ortega
I learned from my mother how to love the living, to have plenty of vases on hand in case you have to rush to the hospital with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants still stuck to the buds.
I learned from my mother how to love the living, to have plenty of vases on hand in case you have to rush to the hospital with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants still stuck to the buds.
I learned to save jars large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole grieving household, to cube home-canned pears and peaches, to slive through maroon grape skins and flick out the sexual seeds with knife point.
I learned to save jars large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole grieving household, to cube home-canned pears and peaches, to slive through maroon grape skins and flick out the sexual seeds with knife point.
I learned to attend viewing even if I didn’t know the deceased, to press the moist hands of the living, to look in their eyes and off sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned to attend viewing even if I didn’t know the deceased, to press the moist hands of the living, to look in their eyes and off sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing, what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing, what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease awful pains materially like an angel.
This is a medium shot of the angel with a baby. I like how the baby feels loved and cared for by the angel. This image is showing how one person can help many people.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease awful pains materially like an angel.
This is a medium shot of the angel with a baby. I like how the baby feels loved and cared for by the angel. This image is showing how one person can help many people.
Like a doctor, I learned to create from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
This is a close up shot of a stethoscope.I like the shadows and the blue and black colors. This image shows the healing and suffering of people.
Like a doctor, I learned to create from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
This is a close up shot of a stethoscope.I like the shadows and the blue and black colors. This image shows the healing and suffering of people.
To every house you enter, you must offer healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself, the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.
This image is a medium shot taken at an angle. In a way this shot is like inviting us to come in the house. I like the bricks at the bottom of the house. It makes it unique in its own way.
To every house you enter, you must offer healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself, the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.
This image is a medium shot taken at an angle. In a way this shot is like inviting us to come in the house. I like the bricks at the bottom of the house. It makes it unique in its own way.
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Julia Kasdorf was born in Lewistown, Pennsylvania. Her first published poem was in 1977. I chose this poem because it reminded my of my mother. It made me realize how hard my mother works for us.
Julia Kasdorf was born in Lewistown, Pennsylvania. Her first published poem was in 1977. I chose this poem because it reminded my of my mother. It made me realize how hard my mother works for us.
