This poem goes back to 1985, during a period when I experienced a tremendous opening, and poetry poured forth. Unbeknownst to me while I was writing the poems, my mother (who lived across the country) had a terminal illness. I did not learn about her illness until she had died. Naturally this was a great shock. I feel somehow my mother wanted to spare me, and in a way she did, because I doubt the poems would have come as they did if I’d known of her illness. This poem came two days before my mother’s death. I dedicate the poem to her with all my love.
When I Have Fears …
Today is my mother’s birthday, and I would like to post one of my mother’s favorite poems in her memory, “When I have fears that I may cease to be” by john Keats. Afterwards is an interpretation of that poem my mother wrote for a college class. The teacher gave her top mark for the … Read more