Category Archives: Mothers

Why?

Posted on March 27, 2017 by gwpj

Why did these men in black steal my house with all my things in it, saying my house is theirs, that it belonged to their family before it belonged to mine? How could that be, as my great-grandfather Hamid built … Continue reading →

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Little one

Posted on March 17, 2017 by gwpj

Who are you, little one, and where is your mother? Are you lost, or just exploring, as my children used to do? Is that your mother I hear calling? It must be, as you cock your head, turn and go. … Continue reading →

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Taking Leave

Posted on November 7, 2016 by gwpj

  Looking at her first born, she remembered those six long years of wondering if she and her husband would have a child. Perhaps they had tried too hard, as when they stopped trying, her pregnancy stayed, and her son … Continue reading →

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Madre / Mujer

Posted on May 19, 2016 by gwpj

The inspiration for this poem was larger than life-size bronze sculpture by Mexican/Costa Rican sculptor Francisco Zuñiga of an elderly Mexican peasant woman that I saw years ago in an art gallery a few blocks from my home in Minneapolis … Continue reading →

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Two vignettes

Posted on April 22, 2015 by gwpj

All stories come from life as we live, observe and participate in it. These are two stories among many I’ve come to know over the years, especially the years I spent doing nursing  home consulting. When I was asked several … Continue reading →

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Sound of Sorrow, a poem

Posted on July 12, 2014 by gwpj

There is a sound, and it is heartbreaking. It is the sound of a mother wailing the loss of a child. It doesn’t matter how her child was lost; what matters is that her child is dead. Do you hear … Continue reading →

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