On the anniversary of my mother’s death

A photograph of frozen cattails.my student emails me to say that his own mother has died, and I type the obligatory I’m sorry because I am, and Of course, you may have an extension on the assignment because he can, and that I’m thinking of you which is only partially true because I have drifted back to my morning walk where I stood on the Third Street Bridge and stared at the creek below, watching ice give away to flowing water and wondering how winter weeds, cattail stalks, and gray milkweed pods could look so strong when I knew how easily they could snap.
Karen J. Weyants essays have appeared in many journals and magazines. She is an Associate Professor of English at Jamestown Community College in Jamestown, New York.
Photo Credit: Paul Cooper

4 Responses to “On the anniversary of my mother’s death”

  1. Emma Corwin says:

    Wow. This story reminds me of that strange in-between state of feeling both present and disconnected. And the imagery is beautiful!

  2. Rosanne Trost says:

    Beautiful story.
    I particularly like the imagery.

  3. Chris Bremer says:

    This is beautiful. Thank you.

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