Fay Vietmeier in Professions, Workers, Careers, Directors and Executives, Creative and Media Professionals Consultant-Customer Advocate-Energy Broker • Aletheia Energy LLC May 9, 2020 · 2 min read · 2.5K

"Reflected Memories" and "A Mother's Love"

"Reflected Memories" and "A Mother's Love"


A Mother's Love

A Mother's love is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendored miracle
humankind may not fully understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender ... guiding hand.

~ Helen Steiner Rice ~



On this Mother’s Day: I am remembering my “Mom” who walked her path of Motherhood with little training or preparation … like most Mothers do ;~)

In looking back, I know that day by day, she did the best she could ... with what she had.

As a child, I somehow felt the weight of her struggles. She was quite vocal at times ;~)

I would like to remember laughter… believe she experienced joy in her journey: carrying 7 children & raising 6.

I know she found beauty & sweetness in her children & her flowers … she loved birds & animals.

My Mother grew up in the “great depression” ... under harsh conditions ... and harsh words. Somehow, she found a voice in writing poetry. She enjoyed visiting her friends ... perhaps she found a listening ear there … a brief escape from the responsibility & work that was always waiting for her at home.

It is her tears that I remember more. Challenges & frustrations often faced alone: like just feeding & clothing 6 children. She often lacked support & resources (there were no “programs” to turn to/resources that many today may take for granted)

As a child I remember wanting simple things that most people today may take for granted (like sharing valentines with friends at school)

In her memory, I'm sharing one of her poems “Reflected Memories” which captures that memory.



“Reflected Memories”

~ Laura Mountain ~

I close my eyes and see pink-faced cherubs,

I used to diaper upon my knees.

Too soon ... we’d race down country roads ...

Pigtails flying in the shadows you leave …

Scraped elbows, brush-burned knees ...

Tears from blue eyes wiped gently.

My kisses planted firmly on pink cheeks.

Moments never to depart

from the memories in my heart.

Sparse years when gifts were few ...

second-hand dollies were dressed anew.

A cradle carved from something old ...

was slowly painted dusty gold.

Summertime when it was hot ...

the hose came out to cool you off.

School days came and whisked you away,

I’d wait your return the end of each day.

Remember the days we cut and glued

... so, Valentines you could give too?

All things are stored within my heart.

“Precious ones” you are pieces of art.

I open my eyes, how fast you grew

... it seems as though I never knew...

All your growing days and years ...

Prayers answered ... prayers appear

Now go and find your own frontiers.

“all my love, Mom”



” i carry your heart …i carry it in my heart” ~ ee cummings

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

” i carry your heart …i carry it in my heart”


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May 2020

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Fay Vietmeier May 12, 2020 · #17

#16 @John Rylance
Yes ~ John ... my Mom would have been most delighted by your kind words ;~)
And Yes, I think a good Mother is always hopeful for ... even prayerful for "signs of improvement" ... personal growth and JOY in the journey of our children
... this Mother is ;~)

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John Rylance May 11, 2020 · #16

#13 I wonder if your other would have agreed with this statement.
No matter how old a mother is she watches her middle - aged children for signs of improvement.
Florida Scott-Maxwell writer and psychologist in Measure of my Days 1968

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John Rylance May 10, 2020 · #15

#13 I'm a poet
And I don't know it
Thanks for your kind words.

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Fay Vietmeier May 10, 2020 · #14

@Mohammed Abdul Jawad
... multiplied gratitude for your multiplied sweet shares ...

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Fay Vietmeier May 10, 2020 · #13

#10 @John Rylance
How I wish I could convey to my Mom ... your words ... her heart would have been made full of JOY
As is often the case, poets are not acknowledged in their own family ... in their own time
Although I did encourage my Mom and very much appreciated her gift ... she was grateful for this
When gone ... their words fall seem to fall on more receptive hearts

I think in you there is a bit of a poet ... my bee-friend
"A mother's love could be seen as ... reflectance
... something which responds to the light shining on it,
... which it reflects or scatters.
... a mother smiles the baby smiles
... mother and baby reflect happiness
... learning how to make each other happy.
They are planting the seeds for their latter relationship." ~John Rylance

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Fay Vietmeier May 10, 2020 · #12

@Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
... please give my greetings to you lovely wife for a "wonder-full" Mother's Day ;~)

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Fay Vietmeier May 10, 2020 · #11

#9 @Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee
My dearest "Poet-Professor" ...
Yes, my Mom is the poet of "Reflected Memories" ~ Laura Mountain
She wrote many poems ... on of my goals is to get them published as an anthology

And she did in her own way give flight to this "eagle"
But I can give testimony that the wind beneath those wings is the Spirit
... the Spirit gives birth to spirit ... you should not be surprised at my saying, "you must be born again" ... the wind blows blows wherever it pleases.
You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going, So it is with everyone born of the Spirit. ~ John 3 (Jesus is speaking to Nicodemus)

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John Rylance May 10, 2020 · #10

Love the poems, reflective memories indeed.
A mother's love could be seen as a reflectance, the something which responds to the light shining on it, which it reflects or scatters. Simply the mother smiles the baby smiles the mother and baby reflect the happiness and so it goes on, enjoying each other's actions. They both learn how to make each other happy.
They are planting the seeds for their latter relationship.

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