southern comfort

May 28, 2013 By Talya Tate Boerner

GBE 2: Blog On, Week 106 – Writing Prompt: Comfort

Chenille bedspread, soft and worn, draped
Over line-dried sheets smelling of summer
Mornings, protect dreams after a day of play in cotton
Fields beyond the chicken coop in wide,
Open spaces offering
Room to
Think and be.

talya

College Boy

May 13, 2013 By Talya Tate Boerner

My son is home from college

just in time for Mother’s Day.

Only for a week,

but still his sounds comfort me.

Piles of dirty laundry

spill from the utility room.

The washer and dryer work overtime

spinning and churning

as he takes command of my space.

Downstairs I hear the rattle

of plates and silverware

as he prepares a snack,

reloading, re-energizing

after another semester,

another week of finals.

He eats every three hours,

just as he did when he was a baby,

when I was the center of his life,

when the world was new and not so large.

This is his birthday week.

Twenty years old…

The world is vast

and his for the taking.

Happy Birthday Tate!

tate’s mom

“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” – Dr. Seuss

Musical Pairing:

The Beatles, Birthday Song

First Mother

May 11, 2013 By Talya Tate Boerner

We discussed the passage below in my writing group this week. The perfect tribute for Mother’s Day…

“It is often said that the first sound we hear in the womb is our mother’s heartbeat. Actually, the first sound to vibrate our newly developed hearing apparatus is the pulse of our mother’s blood through her veins and arteries. We vibrate to that primordial rhythm even before we have ears to hear. Before we were conceived, we existed in part as an egg in our mother’s ovary. All the eggs a woman will ever carry form in her ovaries while she is a four-month-old fetus in the womb of her mother. This means our cellular life as an egg begins in the womb of our grandmother. Each of us spent five months in our grandmother’s womb and she in turn formed within the womb of her grandmother. We vibrate to the rhythms of our mother’s blood before she herself is born. And this pulse is the thread of blood that runs all the way back through the grandmothers to the first mother. We all share the blood of the first mother – we are truly children of one blood.” ~ Layne Redmond