What I Learned from my Mother

I learned from my mother how to love the living... to look in their eyes and offer sympathy. I learned that whatever we say means nothing, whatever anyone will remember is that we came.  I learned to create from another's suffering my own usefulness, and once you now how to do this, you can never refuse.
To every house you enter you must offer healing, a chocolate cake you baked yourself, the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.

In honour of all mothers, today, and every day.

Excerpts from  the poem, What I learned from my mother by Julia Kasdorf