I Still Look Sometimes

Today it's all about my mom.

MOTHER

Mother, where are you?

I looked for you, but you were gone.

Mother, who are you?

I just listened to your favorite song.

Mother, where are you?

I feel like I do not belong.

Mother, who are you?

I haven't known you in so very long.

Shana R. Goetsch 2000

I'm going to start a new 'Mom Painting'. Probably today, since it feels like a fresh wound every autumn, come November. The painting/found object piece 'Golden' is finished and drying. And everything is right on schedule.