tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765280894632380090.post3784092958640336792..comments2023-08-08T05:00:54.255-07:00Comments on Words and Words and Whatnot . . . : complicated memoryWendy Bourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475940407969993348noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765280894632380090.post-37659141658626785552013-08-30T21:07:31.583-07:002013-08-30T21:07:31.583-07:00Thanks so much, Jennifer.Thanks so much, Jennifer.Wendy Bourkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09475940407969993348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765280894632380090.post-40266258578529818442013-08-30T20:55:11.111-07:002013-08-30T20:55:11.111-07:00I love this, especially your close. True stuff.I love this, especially your close. True stuff.Jennifer Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04344877737695801883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765280894632380090.post-7385716530721675962013-08-30T17:13:02.966-07:002013-08-30T17:13:02.966-07:00Well, I suppose it could be about anyone. Though,...Well, I suppose it could be about anyone. Though, I think with Mothers (and I think, my daughter would agree) they are the person most of us know so well, that we know what they want to be and we know when they miss the mark that they've set for themselves. I guess it's the old story about how our parents are perfect to us, when we are little; we see every little imperfection in them when we are teenagers and (as we get older) we come to see them as mere mortals. Though, I do think we love them, in spite of that, and there is a tendency to want to keep them on that child-like pedestal, because we do love them and they, somehow, deserve to be there. Wendy Bourkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09475940407969993348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765280894632380090.post-64965437916072903012013-08-30T16:39:22.207-07:002013-08-30T16:39:22.207-07:00how thought-provoking, this "rather complicat...how thought-provoking, this "rather complicated memory" you describe. (and I like how the trees photo works with the poem.) I assume you're talking about your mother. great ending.janetldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17815491049216208161noreply@blogger.com