Sunday, May 10, 2015


July 22, 1933 to January 9, 2013
   Lola Ridge, 1873

Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors . . .
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.

You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall . . .
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.


Mother Is Gone, Hank Williams Sr.

My Mother's Eyes, George Jessel

Mama, Connie Francis

I Remember Mama, Film Trailer


Anonymous said...

Have a wonderful day Petra! I realize you don't have children but considering you've helped raise your niece, am wishing you a:

Happy Mother's Day!

Love, K. :)

Your mother was so beautiful. How old was she in this photo?

And such a beautiful poem.

Ron said...

Lovely poem, Petra! And what a beautiful photo of your mother.

Enjoyed the clips!

Have a beautiful Sunday, dear friend!

Happy Mother's Day!