The poem below is one my mother wrote March 10th 1991 and the digital mixed media piece above “Forever” is one I did while my mother was in the hospital a year and half ago. I wish she were still here with us but as my six year old daughter says “she lives in my heart now”.
Happy Birthday Mom!! I love you and will probably always remember your birthday! September 20, 1939 — April 27, 2011
On Forgetting a Birthday Again
I have such a casual way of giving birth,
it’s not surprising that I forget birthdays,
During my first labor I played gin rummy,
during my second, I went to a movie
and watched Audrey Hepburn fall in love
with Cary Grant.
During my third, I finished reading “Crime and Punishment”
and felt that I had finally accomplished something.
Now my middle child calls me on the telephone
and mentions that today is her birthday.
I tell her I hadn’t really forgotten,
which is true because I thought of it
earlier in the week–I just hadn’t thought
it yet today.
Still, we will celebrate, because as my husband
says (and I’ll give him credit for this)
You celebrate your birth, not your age,
and those births should be celebrated,
even though the distractions and the otherness
of my life
cause me to keep forgetting everything
that is important.
by Carla Chlouber