
Māmmiņa
Con/Jur/d, 5/13/2025
this year will mark 30 since you passed
how selfish death and grieving is, despite
the great doubt, the passing on of urban
legends on par with biblical studies, and
your PhD in plant pathology, you worried
we wouldn’t see you in heaven -- of THIS
we are certain, the afterlife is far more
complicated
than our culture’s propagandized FAITH
COMPLEX, those psychic dissonances
ugly moral truths, the braiding of death
with freedom, the violence seeding our
clouds, FLASHING out
as if unexpected, startled, we displace
our shock, as blame, arm the fascists PRE -
tend, this is a democracy, although not
even 16, you negotiated displaced persons
camps, watched the allies, pass overhead
on their way to murder civilians, you used
radar foiling metal strips as tinsel for
Christmas, and read in cemeteries, since
the dead were barely worth bombing; YOU
taught us the value of family, the protection
offered by conditionless love (although, we
do remember how you said you could forgive
us murder, but not being a communist --
even in this minor way, we occasionally
FAIL)
primarily, though, you taught us the value
of safety, not a physical theatrical safety
but a state of mind, an independence, even
in terror this will end, your granddaughter
(who came after, bears your first name
as her middle, and she has much in common
with you, tenacity, wisdom, and a certain
grounded farseeing -- her mother inexplicably
hated Mother's Day, would always retort, if
we wished her a happy day, I’m not your
MOTHER
NO ONE OTHER THAN YOU
MAMMINA
could ever be
wishing you the best
And we’re sure we’ll meetup
there, above HEAVEN.
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 5/13/2025





Beautiful photos.
Well that moved me to tears. I can see her so much in your face.
Blessings,
G