“My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.”
To my mother,
When I think of you, I think of curls, lipstick and the smell of jasmine.
I think of your improvised curtain dresses, your papier-mâché hands and the bipolar nature of your mood.
I think of the house you built (cause a house is never truly finished until love inhabits it), and I think of clean sheets being hung over the balcony, swimming in the air...
I think of the beach, and feel the sunlight and your hands over my eyes; the salty skin and the smell of fish or a mermaid who got lost too close to shore.
I think of your dancing hips, your dry yet divine sense of humour and the way your eyes glisten like two hazel stones when you talk.
All the rays of sunshine cannot give me more light than your smile and everywhere you turn, the wind blows and takes your scent for miles.
The day you were born is the happiest day of my life
and although I was not there...
I can imagine the flowers blooming.
Happy Mother’s Day.
P.s. here are some things we are loving for Mom:
Artist Series Tee
Photograph: "Miss Moss" by Tasha Tudor