Member Monday: I Saw My Mom Today by Patsy Parker

I know I have already posted this writing I did a while back, but now it has been published in the Redding Writer’s Forum, a writing group my husband and I belong to locally. 🙂

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Welcome back to Member Monday.  Today we welcome first time poster, Patsy Parker.  Grab a cup of something warm and a tissue and enjoy Patsy’s poignant essay.

I Saw My Mom Today

by Patsy Parker

I saw my mom today, even though she’s been dead for eight years, two months, and nine days.  She rose from her bed in the late morning.  The aroma of fresh coffee tickled her nose.  The sounds of creaking and crackling filled her ears as she walked down the hall.  They weren’t coming from the floor.

When she reached the kitchen, she pulled her favorite coffee mug down from the cabinet.  It was the only one she used; it read simply “Mom.”  Her daughter had given it to her one year for her birthday.

I saw my mom today.  On summer days such as this she stayed in her loose-fitting clothes all day since she didn’t have to drive kids to school…

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When I began this blog I was simply going to share my writing. However, after being part of the blogging world for quite some time now, I decided to begin sharing my artwork. Patsy's Creative Corner will always have my artwork. Thanks for visiting! :)

Posted on October 6, 2014, in Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. I haven’t seen my brother since 2000 and my sister in 2012.


  2. I was the middle child of seven, Patsy was the oldest. There were three sisters older than me and three brothers younger. There are three of us left, my surviving sister and brother still live in Northern Arizona.


  3. My sister’s name was Patricia, but we all shortened it to Patsy. I truly miss her!


  4. It finally dawned on me why I was drawn to your blog on Redding Writer’s Forum; my oldest sister was named Patsy, and our maiden name was Parker. I had been writing on my memoir when I saw that you had a second blog, and went to your other blog where you said you thought you were crazy, and I had to chuckle. The difference is your mother assured you that you are NOT crazy, where as my mother assured me that I WAS. It took me thirty-eight years to realize that having a difference of opinion doesn’t make one crazy, it just makes us different. I hope you are having a happy, successful day, whatever you are indulging in! Life is good!!!!


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