JOY's POEMS: Homage to Mom

Homage to Mom

Agave at LACMA

- Joy Krauthammer

Agave, shot for this week's "Green" theme

for 52 Frames, on-line photo group.

While I was editing/cropping Agave,

I had a visceral jolt,

and also suddenly realized for first time

that my photo looked like my mother's, obm, art,
all green (which I truly couldn't stand)
agave and leaves painting

from 50-60 years ago.

Art mostly hanging on walls of our NY home, now gone,

over the green upholstered, down feather couch

which I wasn't allowed to sit on.
(No plastic covering!)

I still have a metal serving tray

with Mom's painted green agave

and her poem written on tray back.

Turn over the tray.

Shocking that I had no idea

I was so connected to Mom from so long ago.

She, too, before me, was also

a poet, photographer, multi-dimensional artist, and a gardener,

but Mom died young, 49 years old, over 44 years ago.

Mom had worked WW II in the Pentagon
and in the aftermath of the Holocaust,

the only religion statement I heard growing up,

Mom would say out loud,

"How can there be a G*d?"

Maybe Mom is helping G*d to paint the sunrise...

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POEM ON PAINTED TRAY

"In the hour of False Dawn

The Beasts of Burden appear

Dun-Colored, one with the earth

Silhouetted dimly against the promise

Of a rising sun."

- Libby M. Melton

The green couch in poem, I trucked from NY to Maryland to cousins for them to enjoy.
A great couch, even if green. - Joy

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