today’s scribble (11/02/2021) May her memory be a blessing

If she were still in physical form,  
Today, she would be ninety-one
She lived life true to beliefs
Even to the extreme

City living was tough and rough
Her spirit suffered
She didn’t have close friends
She was totally in love with dad

Living in fear for her children
Praise mostly only for school grades
Tired, lonely, denied depression
Practiced much conditional love

Yet, I was taught to care for the helpless
Stand firm in my beliefs
Speak out against wrongs

My beliefs and wrongs became my own—
Very different from hers
Separation and estrangement inevitable
We kept in touch, civilly

Some days I wish to ask her questions
But she is beyond the veil
I wonder what she is experiencing
Is it really as she expected?

mother, mommy
send me a sign
from the other side

© Ruth Klein’s Scribbles