Shalom Christina,
Hits the heart of many I think...parallel experiences, varied details.
Thank you for your considerate comments.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
In a message dated 05.04.03 2:04:53 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< Ah, Ryfkah, I really empathise with this poem: it's straight from the heart
and it's loaded. Threadbare towels speak volumes: such personal, mundane
things that touch you when you're naked; the fact that the mother kept them
even though she hated the grandmother makes me think of that the mother was
incredibly thrifty or maybe had other more complicated reasons for keeping
them. And the line about the price of the lilac sprigs is so full of
conflict: the need for sweet memories at any price, maybe to much. The whole
poem's full of conflicting emotions: very real and honest. I think it's very
cleverly written: you've conveyed that you're not your mother but she's still
an integral part of you. Hell's teeth, I won't rattle on: you know what I
mean. Really good, Ryf'. Bravo! And a happy ending too:-)
bw
christina >>
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