Mother’s Day 1985, Van Courtlandt Park
After the lunch and the long-stemmed rose, we stopped in the park for a catch. My husband took the baseball gloves from the trunk of the car and tossed one to each of us.
“Both of you spread out.” he said, and so obediently we each trotted across the grass.
He threw the first ball to me, and I shielded my eyes as I watched it sail through the sunny Bronx sky.
“Point at it with your arm Mom, and then close your glove.” yelled my son.
But my heart was too full, and I lost the ball in my tears.
RetroFlash / 100 Words
– Dana Susan Lehrman
Dana Susan LehrmanThis retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!
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moving, well written
So sweet, Dana. I let out an audible sigh at the end.
Thanx Betsy!
I must tell you, I am singing the Brahms German Requiem tonight. He wrote the piece to console himself after the death of his mother; it is in no way a normal requiem mass. It speaks of the triumph over death. This will be my third time singing it with this chorus, but our conductor has done a deep dive into its history and background. He points out the musical symbolism; “here is the ‘beating heart’ ‘this is called a Jacob’s Ladder’ – ascending scales symbolizing freedom from Pharaoh, the harp playing at end leads us to heaven.” At last night’s dress rehearsal, I was moved to tears, listening to that harp, thinking of Brahms and his mother. Happy Mother’s Day, Dana.
Thanx Betsy for the fascinating piece of classical music history.
Here’s to Frau Brahms and all us mothers!
Here, here! And to listen.
Love how you wrote this, brief but powerful. I hope you framed it and gave it to your son. That last line really got to me, so like a poem.
Thanx for your kind words Patty, maybe I will do as you suggest!
So very emotional! It really does read like a poem. It invites the reader to fill in the blanks with imagination.
Thanx Dave, it is a lyrical memory!
I thought it WAS a poem, so it must be. It turned just so, with such tenderness, it hit the mark. Lovely.
Thanx Khati!
I remember it as a lovely day!
This is truly beautiful, Dana. A perfect RetroFlash for Mother’s Day.
Thanx Laurie!