“Tell me a story”

amywink October 14th, 2017

“Tell me a story”

I watched my mother
once swept away
in the riptide
of her mania,
stories of her life
spilling from her
uncontrolled
without thematic
coherence,
without narrative
continuity
or any patterned
conventions
of oral history
or storytelling.

Desperate, she seemed,
frantic to find
the threads of
meaning and reason
in stories spinning from her,
to do like I was doing
in my own life,
writing and living
my own story.

She kept trying
to create the story
that would carry her
forward into the battles
of her life, like me,
but the distance
between us was
a chasm opening
before me,
wide and deep,
into which we
both might go,
except
in that same
daring leap
the difference
between diving
and falling.

3 Responses to ““Tell me a story””

  1. Nancy Johnsonon 14 Oct 2017 at 7:55 am

    Amy, this elicited tears from me — having known and loved your mother throughout her life–and shared so many growing up experiences. Would love to have time for a long talk sometime.

  2. amywinkon 14 Oct 2017 at 11:18 am

    Me too, Nancy. I think she was able to make a kind of sense of her life story in the long run and I’m doing my best to make her story have meaning.

  3. CuzBrenon 16 Oct 2017 at 6:23 am

    I was just about to say what Nancy just said, so….DITTO.

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