The wait, the grief, the mourning and now a stillness.
This will be the first Mother's Day without my ochaa-san.
She gave me so, so much.
No matter what I made she thought it was beautiful.
She bragged about me to everyone. (I must admit it embarrassed me at times.)
Told them I was a wonderful daughter and artist.
Even as I grew older, rounder and more gray-haired than her.
To me, I was only a good daughter who needed to take her shopping at the Japanese market in San Francisco.
That my nori-maki rolling skill was not bad.
She told me to wake up to joy no matter what happened the day before.
You only get 5 minutes to feel sorry for yourself while you brush your teeth.
and always remember:
fall seven times get up eight
and pay attention to life.
|Wait, Stillness, 24" x 12" x 9", ceramic, porcelain parts, glazes|