the last dove
slips into the mist
I bid farewell
to my mother’s memories of me…
they are not me
Ribbons Tanka Cafe
Autumn 2016
the last dove
slips into the mist
I bid farewell
to my mother’s memories of me…
they are not me
Ribbons Tanka Cafe
Autumn 2016
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 
Powerful
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Thank you for visiting. I am so glad you enjoyed this.
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I am sure my Mother’s memories me were nothing like me.
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Memory is a powerful gift.
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This tank evokes many emotions: aging, memory loss, love for parents. Memories are not always reliable, nor are our perceptions of others. It’s even difficult to know oneself
Adelaide
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So true. My mother’s view of me at the end of her life was colored (distorted) by her dementia. It was sad.
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