Mr Banks has been laid low.
Gone is his skip and prance.
The vet prescribed muscle relaxers
and the animal communicator says that he
is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders
and that I should tell him” to just let it all go,
to just take care of himself for now
and that the color yellow would help him.
My mother believed that one should be “of good courage”
“Don’t whine, mope or cringe” she’d say with humor
but still she meant it!
Talking today, with my sister, Jan
we agreed that too much positive is exhausting,
and that keeping our chins up can be tiring
It felt good to share my worries and fears
As they had gotten bottled up and my stomach hurt.
Our mother had two young daughters to care for
while my father was gone for four years during WWII.
I think of her courage
and also her breaking points that surely she had.
When she was old and so was I,
I would ask her
So mom, “tell me about your underbelly of the whale”
It was like oiling a rusty gate but out would come……
her feelings. What a joy for me to know her.