We live in time on this earth, where people are born
into the world and pass from it a handful of years later.
Moments in Time
By Lezlie A. Kinyon, Ph.D. Coreopsis Editor in Chief.
On September 4, my mother, Dr. Esther Maurine Palmer, passed into the next world. This is a poem I wrote for her on Mother’s Day, 2014.
When we chose the theme for this issue, we had no idea how deeply it would touch the staff and contributors of this Coreopsis Journal. A reminder of how we are all moving in time, each one of us within a web of family, friends, colleagues, and how each one of us has a lifetime of memories, shared experiences, and rich stories full of the unique people we love. We live in time on this earth, where people are born into the world and pass from it a handful of years later.
My mother was a healer, a naturalist, and a master gardener. I will always miss her daily telephone calls and short texts about her day.
For my Mother April 12, 1925 – September 4, 2018
Rain Walking
in spring, when favorite youthful violets bloom
I saw the long ago woman
my mother was
lurking behind her smile
and, wished that I
had
known her
Then.
(L. Kinyon, all rights reserved, 2014)
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