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RE: The dead send no cards on holidays
@mamadini there is a noble honesty in the way your words convey the intimate feelings of love, loss, and reflection. I feel truly that that your unselfishness and sincerity in your expression gives a grace and dignity to this composition, the way you confront the cruel, somber truth is remarkable. Alongside the devastating visage of your Mamo, the imagery in your words and dramatic verse give a revealing and perceptive look into the personal sacred relationship between you and your late mother. just really very beautifully written.
Thank you, most kindly, JP. <3
No matter how far away from her death I get, she still lives and is present in my thoughts and art, and of course the complex of abandonment I inherited from her. She was truly gorgeous, charming, memorizing and mysterious — what a force of a person, no wonder she was not long for this world.
I’ll always be the mother in the relationship and she the daughter, which is why I always called her by her name.
It’s a joy to think on her now, almost two decades post mortem.