My mother, Agnes Leck, died in 1994. Not long after, I found a copy of a poem in a box of cherished items that she stowed in a drawer. Finding this poem has helped me to have a deeper understanding of my mother, myself and our relationship. Sometimes we have insights about people after they are gone that were not possible before. For me this has, at times, felt like a very sad gift. It has taught me many things. One is that my parents were so very human. Another, is about the roles we as a society assign to ourselves and others. They can be very one dimensional and limit how we see our parents. It feels like a big part of my spiritual path is to question these roles in order to open my heart and mind.
friendship a Poem by Lucille Paisner [year unknown]. You can click on the link or just read it below.
I knew her for many years
All my life
Even before I could talk
But I was hard on her
I made demands:
Be smarter, be prettier, don’t make mistakes
You are not good enough
And my friend was sad
She tried and tried,but there was no pleasing me
As I grew older
As time went on
I cane to realize that my friend was good enough
I then told her that:
She is smart, she is beautiful, she is entitled to make mistakes
So we have become very good friends
I know I have a friend for life
That friend is myself
If anyone has any information about Lucille Paisner I would be really interested in hearing back.