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Drink what you want, your of age. I was thinking pina coladas because

that damn song, like nada, is terminally irritating.

But if you re going for the bourbon, I got to go for the on Irish

Whiskey.

Doug

> > > > >

> > > > > I am on another forum with women who apparently had happy

> > childhoods

> > > > > and ideal moms.

> > > > > One time recently I mentioned some of the difficulty I am

facing

> > as my

> > > > > nada's dementia worsens and she pulls more stunts and has

moved

> > into a

> > > > > nursing home leaving me to deal with all the legalities and

> > financial

> > > > > aspects of this.

> > > > > One of the women told me to just love her, yada yada.

> > > > > Anyhoo, the following came into my inbox this morning and I

just

> > had

> > > > > to share it.

> > > > > It gives me the creeps! And I see it as a perfect example of

why

> > it is

> > > > > so difficult to explain to normals about the trouble you have

with

> > > > > your parent.

> > > > > Here it is:

> > > > >

> > > > > Your Mother is Always with You

> > > > > She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

> > > > > She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

> > > > > She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

> > > > > Your mother lives inside your laughter,

> > > > > She's crystallized in every teardrop...

> > > > > She's the place you come from, your first home...

> > > > > She's the map you follow with every step you take.

> > > > > She's your first love and your first heartbreak...

> > > > > And nothing can seperate you.

> > > > > Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you

from

> > your

> > > > > mother.

> > > > > You carry her inside of you.

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > Sent from my blueberry.

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

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Perfect--love it! let me dust off my vocal chords: " ...I'm not much into

health food... " :)

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> > > >

> > > > I am on another forum with women who apparently had happy

> childhoods

> > > > and ideal moms.

> > > > One time recently I mentioned some of the difficulty I am facing

> as my

> > > > nada's dementia worsens and she pulls more stunts and has moved

> into a

> > > > nursing home leaving me to deal with all the legalities and

> financial

> > > > aspects of this.

> > > > One of the women told me to just love her, yada yada.

> > > > Anyhoo, the following came into my inbox this morning and I just

> had

> > > > to share it.

> > > > It gives me the creeps! And I see it as a perfect example of why

> it is

> > > > so difficult to explain to normals about the trouble you have with

> > > > your parent.

> > > > Here it is:

> > > >

> > > > Your Mother is Always with You

> > > > She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

> > > > She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

> > > > She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

> > > > Your mother lives inside your laughter,

> > > > She's crystallized in every teardrop...

> > > > She's the place you come from, your first home...

> > > > She's the map you follow with every step you take.

> > > > She's your first love and your first heartbreak...

> > > > And nothing can seperate you.

> > > > Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from

> your

> > > > mother.

> > > > You carry her inside of you.

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > Sent from my blueberry.

> > > >

> > >

> >

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That poem makes me sad. I wish I had a mother I could say those things

about. :(

In a message dated 5/5/2010 7:10:15 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,

darkalleye@... writes:

I am on another forum with women who apparently had happy childhoods

and ideal moms.

One time recently I mentioned some of the difficulty I am facing as my

nada's dementia worsens and she pulls more stunts and has moved into a

nursing home leaving me to deal with all the legalities and financial

aspects of this.

One of the women told me to just love her, yada yada.

Anyhoo, the following came into my inbox this morning and I just had

to share it.

It gives me the creeps! And I see it as a perfect example of why it is

so difficult to explain to normals about the trouble you have with

your parent.

Here it is:

Your Mother is Always with You

She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

Your mother lives inside your laughter,

She's crystallized in every teardrop...

She's the place you come from, your first home...

She's the map you follow with every step you take.

She's your first love and your first heartbreak..S

And nothing can seperate you.

Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from your

mother.

You carry her inside of you.

Sent from my blueberry.

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I think its interesting how we all had different reactions. Some laughed,

some got angry, some found it crazy...I found it sad. I dunno...just thought

that was interesting.

One common theme, though, not something we experienced. :(

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My eyes are rolling into my head!

I just cannot relate to that kind of stuff. This one, in particular, especially

the last 2 lines of it, make mothers some kind of Christ figure.

I love that we can talk to each other about our issues, because truly, no one

else understands. Either they are " normal, " or their relationships with their

mothers are/were in just as bad shape but they don't want to admit it...or are

so enmeshed they're not aware of it.

I find that poem sad. I can't elevate anyone I know to that kind of weird idol

status. It's kind of...sick.

>

> I am on another forum with women who apparently had happy childhoods

> and ideal moms.

> One time recently I mentioned some of the difficulty I am facing as my

> nada's dementia worsens and she pulls more stunts and has moved into a

> nursing home leaving me to deal with all the legalities and financial

> aspects of this.

> One of the women told me to just love her, yada yada.

> Anyhoo, the following came into my inbox this morning and I just had

> to share it.

> It gives me the creeps! And I see it as a perfect example of why it is

> so difficult to explain to normals about the trouble you have with

> your parent.

> Here it is:

>

> Your Mother is Always with You

> She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

> She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

> She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

> Your mother lives inside your laughter,

> She's crystallized in every teardrop...

> She's the place you come from, your first home...

> She's the map you follow with every step you take.

> She's your first love and your first heartbreak...

> And nothing can seperate you.

> Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from your

> mother.

> You carry her inside of you.

>

>

> Sent from my blueberry.

>

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Lynette and : BRAVISSIMO!!!

LMAO,

Fiona

>

> ,I fully agree this is a perfect example of how difficult it would be to

explain what a nada is as opposed to a mother.It would give me the

creeps,too...as a reminder of the disconnect between what it all should have

been/could have been...and isn't/wasn't...

>

> Maybe we could add our own parentheses to Your Mother is Always with

You as a KO group therapy exercise? Like,as bitter or honest or as poignant as

we wanna be--no holds barred putting our *truth* to this...I hope you don't mind

the imposition--personally I can't resist..it's too much for me to let those

lines stand as they are...a la " thank you for sharing but I just need to say " ...

>

> What would be your corrective parentheses? Here are mine:

>

> >

> > Your Mother is Always with You (as an elusive image that never takes on real

maternal form)

> > She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.(and the echo of

traumatic memories I'd sooner forget)

> > She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.(which reminds me

of her " having to do all the housework " rages)

> > She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.(in my imagination:

she never tended to me when I was sick)

> > Your mother lives inside your laughter,(often,gallows humor)

> > She's crystallized in every teardrop...(the few precious tears I manage to

shed since she beat the ability to cry out of me)

> > She's the place you come from, your first home...(a place I am still trying

to transcend,to find a healthier place to be in)

> > She's the map you follow with every step you take.(which has made me a mere

babe in the woods many times,as lost as Hansel and Gretel)

> > She's your first love and your first heartbreak...(a heartbreak that

perpetuates)

> > And nothing can seperate you.(NC *does* help)

> > Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from your

> > mother.(actually,I intend for my NC to apply in the afterlife as well)

> > You carry her inside of you.(to my own detriment,but as I exorcise her from

my being the being parentified by her diminishes and diminishes: I do not have

to carry her like a baby,a child--I need not be " pregnant " with nada...nor do I

need to listen to her tapes or voice in my own head...Striving to just put her

down...)

>

> So said this KO...Thanks for posting this,.

>

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oh, me too !!

Jackie

wow...creepy isn't a strong enough word...this poem is so true...for the

norm who sent it found it endearing and close to the heart...i read it and

feel like i'm goin to have nightmares tonight...

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oh, this makes it much easie to read !! the REAL meaning behind the words

LOL good job !!

Jackie

The KO's reality:

Your Mother is Always with You

(despite the long standing restraining order)

She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

(as she's hiding in the shrubbery)

She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

(that she's cut to pieces because you didn't appreciate HER for the birthday

gift she gave you)

She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

(and the residual sting as the blood rushes back to your face following the

slap for " faking it to ruin HER day " )

Your mother lives inside your laughter,

(brought on by the Prozac countless therapists tried to give YOU because

they didn't believe you....)

She's crystallized in every teardrop...

(and would LOVE to be made into a human diamond upon her death to hang from

your neck...forever)

She's the place you come from, your first home...

(that psych ward in training if you don't get out of there)

She's the map you follow with every step you take.

(while praying someone eats the breadcrumbs she's put down so she can't her

way back to your house)

She's your first love and your first heartbreak...

(and, damnit, no one will EVER love you as much as her ~ she'll make sure of

that!)

And nothing can seperate you.

(see human diamond tip from above)

Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from your

mother.

(cause Lord knows you've tried!)

You carry her inside of you.

(like excrement.)

Lynnette

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Hi ,

I hear that it makes you sad. I think that what my main

response of slight repulsion to that poem is that it is so

*idealized* and fake. That no one has that kind of relationship

and if they do, it sounds enmeshed (like someone mentioned).

I remember feeling sad looking at mothers day and fathers day

cards feeling the same as you.

Then it sunk into me over the years that many people have bad

or confusing family relationships (I did a lot of work with women

who came to events to help them gain their inner strength after

going through it).

I still feel sad; a lot. Probably more about my dad because he is dead

and I was not able to say the things to him I wanted to or hear anything

I wanted to (he could not talk very well when he was dying). The last thing

he did that I have to hold onto is that when we were laying on his bed, watching

a black and white war movie (with Kirk s....very sad tragic movie) ; he

he grasped my ankle (my knees were bent so has to sort of support his body)

and he left his hand there even after he fell asleep. That gesture made me know

that he loved me, if most of the other things did not.

So now, like I said, I pick out blank cards for my mom and right my own thing.

I even wrote her a nice letter last mother's day. My sister too (I must have

been down there to visit).

I think that after my dad and sister died so close to each other, I sort of

burnt

through this idealization. It doesn't make me feel *better* but makes me feel

sort of free.

take care

~patricia

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I think its interesting how we all had different reactions. Some laughed,

some got angry, some found it crazy...I found it sad. I dunno...just thought

that was interesting.

One common theme, though, not something we experienced. :(

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I absolutely agree, !

> > > > >

> > > > > I am on another forum with women who apparently had happy childhoods

> > > > > and ideal moms.

> > > > > One time recently I mentioned some of the difficulty I am facing as my

> > > > > nada's dementia worsens and she pulls more stunts and has moved into a

> > > > > nursing home leaving me to deal with all the legalities and financial

> > > > > aspects of this.

> > > > > One of the women told me to just love her, yada yada.

> > > > > Anyhoo, the following came into my inbox this morning and I just had

> > > > > to share it.

> > > > > It gives me the creeps! And I see it as a perfect example of why it is

> > > > > so difficult to explain to normals about the trouble you have with

> > > > > your parent.

> > > > > Here it is:

> > > > >

> > > > > Your Mother is Always with You

> > > > > She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

> > > > > She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

> > > > > She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

> > > > > Your mother lives inside your laughter,

> > > > > She's crystallized in every teardrop...

> > > > > She's the place you come from, your first home...

> > > > > She's the map you follow with every step you take.

> > > > > She's your first love and your first heartbreak...

> > > > > And nothing can seperate you.

> > > > > Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from your

> > > > > mother.

> > > > > You carry her inside of you.

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > Sent from my blueberry.

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> >

> >

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How about that Lennon song about his Mother, and his Father.

I used to listen to that over and over and just cry...in my therapy days

when i was mostly dealing with this.

~patricia

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oh, this makes it much easie to read !! the REAL meaning behind the words

LOL good job !!

Jackie

The KO's reality:

Your Mother is Always with You

(despite the long standing restraining order)

She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

(as she's hiding in the shrubbery)

She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

(that she's cut to pieces because you didn't appreciate HER for the birthday

gift she gave you)

She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

(and the residual sting as the blood rushes back to your face following the

slap for " faking it to ruin HER day " )

Your mother lives inside your laughter,

(brought on by the Prozac countless therapists tried to give YOU because

they didn't believe you....)

She's crystallized in every teardrop...

(and would LOVE to be made into a human diamond upon her death to hang from

your neck...forever)

She's the place you come from, your first home...

(that psych ward in training if you don't get out of there)

She's the map you follow with every step you take.

(while praying someone eats the breadcrumbs she's put down so she can't her

way back to your house)

She's your first love and your first heartbreak...

(and, damnit, no one will EVER love you as much as her ~ she'll make sure of

that!)

And nothing can seperate you.

(see human diamond tip from above)

Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from your

mother.

(cause Lord knows you've tried!)

You carry her inside of you.

(like excrement.)

Lynnette

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(Oh weird...I just heard this song on the radio!)

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oh, this makes it much easie to read !! the REAL meaning behind the words

LOL good job !!

Jackie

The KO's reality:

Your Mother is Always with You

(despite the long standing restraining order)

She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

(as she's hiding in the shrubbery)

She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

(that she's cut to pieces because you didn't appreciate HER for the birthday

gift she gave you)

She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

(and the residual sting as the blood rushes back to your face following the

slap for " faking it to ruin HER day " )

Your mother lives inside your laughter,

(brought on by the Prozac countless therapists tried to give YOU because

they didn't believe you....)

She's crystallized in every teardrop...

(and would LOVE to be made into a human diamond upon her death to hang from

your neck...forever)

She's the place you come from, your first home...

(that psych ward in training if you don't get out of there)

She's the map you follow with every step you take.

(while praying someone eats the breadcrumbs she's put down so she can't her

way back to your house)

She's your first love and your first heartbreak...

(and, damnit, no one will EVER love you as much as her ~ she'll make sure of

that!)

And nothing can seperate you.

(see human diamond tip from above)

Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from your

mother.

(cause Lord knows you've tried!)

You carry her inside of you.

(like excrement.)

Lynnette

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I too find the different responses to the Motherhood poem interesting, and I

LOVE all the parenthetical " translations " of each line of the poem, each one is

just hysterically funny, or poignant, and all too true. Bravo to all the

" translators " !

To me, it does come across as excessive/extreme, what I've heard referred to as

" purple prose " , such as what a smitten fan would write about his or her favorite

movie star or rock musician. And yes, I get the impression of a quasi-sexual /

quasi-religious kind of adulation; rather disturbing in relation to one's

mother, I agree.

So... its rather like what a nada would write about her idealized, narcissistic

concept of the self-sacrifice and undying devotion she feels she has shown as a

mother; how appropriately out of touch with reality that is! How nada-esque!

-Annie

>

> I think its interesting how we all had different reactions. Some laughed,

> some got angry, some found it crazy...I found it sad. I dunno...just thought

> that was interesting.

> One common theme, though, not something we experienced. :(

>

>

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I'm very good at " decoding " ... especially with my trusty spy ring!

Lynnette

>

> oh, this makes it much easie to read !! the REAL meaning behind the words

> LOL good job !!

>

>

> Jackie

>

>

>

>

> The KO's reality:

>

> Your Mother is Always with You

> (despite the long standing restraining order)

>

> She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

> (as she's hiding in the shrubbery)

>

> She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

> (that she's cut to pieces because you didn't appreciate HER for the birthday

> gift she gave you)

>

> She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

> (and the residual sting as the blood rushes back to your face following the

> slap for " faking it to ruin HER day " )

>

> Your mother lives inside your laughter,

> (brought on by the Prozac countless therapists tried to give YOU because

> they didn't believe you....)

>

> She's crystallized in every teardrop...

> (and would LOVE to be made into a human diamond upon her death to hang from

> your neck...forever)

>

> She's the place you come from, your first home...

> (that psych ward in training if you don't get out of there)

>

> She's the map you follow with every step you take.

> (while praying someone eats the breadcrumbs she's put down so she can't her

> way back to your house)

>

> She's your first love and your first heartbreak...

> (and, damnit, no one will EVER love you as much as her ~ she'll make sure of

> that!)

>

> And nothing can seperate you.

> (see human diamond tip from above)

>

> Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from your

> mother.

> (cause Lord knows you've tried!)

>

> You carry her inside of you.

> (like excrement.)

>

> Lynnette

>

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I'm not a Beatles fan, so I dont recall that song...

Jackie

How about that Lennon song about his Mother, and his Father.

I used to listen to that over and over and just cry...in my therapy days

when i was mostly dealing with this.

~patricia

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Hi Jackie

There are the lyrics; and he sings it with a terrible sort of cry

in his voice. You could probably find it on YouTube if you were interested.

~patricia

Mother, you had me, but I never had you

I wanted you, you didn't want me

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Father, you left me, but I never left you

I needed you, you didn't need me

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Children, don't do what I have done

I couldn't walk and I tried to run

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Mama don't go

Daddy come home

(repeat 9 more times)

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I'm not a Beatles fan, so I dont recall that song...

Jackie

How about that Lennon song about his Mother, and his Father.

I used to listen to that over and over and just cry...in my therapy days

when i was mostly dealing with this.

~patricia

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Oh this just breaks my heart because of my son. His NBP father has abandoned

him. And he won't deal with it.

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Date: Thursday, May 6, 2010, 3:12 PM

 

Hi Jackie

There are the lyrics; and he sings it with a terrible sort of cry

in his voice. You could probably find it on YouTube if you were interested.

~patricia

Mother, you had me, but I never had you

I wanted you, you didn't want me

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Father, you left me, but I never left you

I needed you, you didn't need me

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Children, don't do what I have done

I couldn't walk and I tried to run

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Mama don't go

Daddy come home

(repeat 9 more times)

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I'm not a Beatles fan, so I dont recall that song...

Jackie

How about that Lennon song about his Mother, and his Father.

I used to listen to that over and over and just cry...in my therapy days

when i was mostly dealing with this.

~patricia

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what a touching, sad song...thanks

Jackie

Hi Jackie

There are the lyrics; and he sings it with a terrible sort of cry

in his voice. You could probably find it on YouTube if you were interested.

~patricia

Mother, you had me, but I never had you

I wanted you, you didn't want me

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Father, you left me, but I never left you

I needed you, you didn't need me

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Children, don't do what I have done

I couldn't walk and I tried to run

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Mama don't go

Daddy come home

(repeat 9 more times)

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Did you listen to it Jackie? It made me cry a lot

but I think it was good, like a purging. I'm not sure

Lennon was the best parent at least to his oldest

son (from what I hear). But he articulated it pretty

well in this.

~patricia

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what a touching, sad song...thanks

Jackie

Hi Jackie

There are the lyrics; and he sings it with a terrible sort of cry

in his voice. You could probably find it on YouTube if you were interested.

~patricia

Mother, you had me, but I never had you

I wanted you, you didn't want me

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Father, you left me, but I never left you

I needed you, you didn't need me

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Children, don't do what I have done

I couldn't walk and I tried to run

So I, I just got to tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Mama don't go

Daddy come home

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not yet, I just read the lyrics, and they are very touching and sad..

Jackie

Did you listen to it Jackie? It made me cry a lot

but I think it was good, like a purging. I'm not sure

Lennon was the best parent at least to his oldest

son (from what I hear). But he articulated it pretty

well in this.

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Interjecting here...Thanks for sharing those lyrics,.I don't know this

song--it sounds like he wrote it some time *after* he wrote from the

Beatles White Album,which is a song that totally idealizes his mother (a song I

still like,even after discovering who he wrote it for--it's especially poignant

that he says in that song: Half of what I say is meaningless,but I say it just

to reach you,...the words of a child really...)

I had a neighbor a few years back who played some Lennon album every

single Saturday night without fail--blasting it--from about eight in the evening

until just after midnight.It was whichever one has Power To The People on it

(which was fun,like he was trying to make a statement to the entire neighborhood

every weekend) but the song you shared I don't know and will have to look it

up.I can relate to what he's saying here...

>

> Hi Jackie

> There are the lyrics; and he sings it with a terrible sort of cry

> in his voice. You could probably find it on YouTube if you were interested.

> ~patricia

>

> Mother, you had me, but I never had you

> I wanted you, you didn't want me

> So I, I just got to tell you

> Goodbye, goodbye

>

> Father, you left me, but I never left you

> I needed you, you didn't need me

> So I, I just got to tell you

> Goodbye, goodbye

>

> Children, don't do what I have done

> I couldn't walk and I tried to run

> So I, I just got to tell you

> Goodbye, goodbye

>

> Mama don't go

> Daddy come home

> (repeat 9 more times)

>

> Re: Re: I find this creepy

>

>

> I'm not a Beatles fan, so I dont recall that song...

>

> Jackie

>

>

>

> How about that Lennon song about his Mother, and his Father.

> I used to listen to that over and over and just cry...in my therapy days

> when i was mostly dealing with this.

> ~patricia

>

>

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I'm sort of surprised this song hasn't been heard more widespread...but I think

it is on that album hmmm...which one; (just looked up on Wikipedia) Shaved Fish

with Ono. I think the Wikipedia page said he wrote three songs to his mother

including and Mother and My Mummy's Dead. It said he was doing Primal

Therapy (remember the 70's?) .

Anyway...it's a good song for getting into that " primal " feeling...

~patricia

Re: Re: I find this creepy

>

>

> I'm not a Beatles fan, so I dont recall that song...

>

> Jackie

>

>

>

> How about that Lennon song about his Mother, and his Father.

> I used to listen to that over and over and just cry...in my therapy days

> when i was mostly dealing with this.

> ~patricia

>

>

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LOL I have had trouble in the past decoding, but am getting better, I may

need to borrow your spy rign :-)

Jackie

I'm very good at " decoding " ... especially with my trusty spy ring!

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That gave me the heebie jeebies hardcore. I think I'm gonna go shower after that

one...

Jaimie

>

> I am on another forum with women who apparently had happy childhoods

> and ideal moms.

> One time recently I mentioned some of the difficulty I am facing as my

> nada's dementia worsens and she pulls more stunts and has moved into a

> nursing home leaving me to deal with all the legalities and financial

> aspects of this.

> One of the women told me to just love her, yada yada.

> Anyhoo, the following came into my inbox this morning and I just had

> to share it.

> It gives me the creeps! And I see it as a perfect example of why it is

> so difficult to explain to normals about the trouble you have with

> your parent.

> Here it is:

>

> Your Mother is Always with You

> She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

> She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

> She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

> Your mother lives inside your laughter,

> She's crystallized in every teardrop...

> She's the place you come from, your first home...

> She's the map you follow with every step you take.

> She's your first love and your first heartbreak...

> And nothing can seperate you.

> Not time, not space, not even death will ever seperate you from your

> mother.

> You carry her inside of you.

>

>

> Sent from my blueberry.

>

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>

> oh, me too !!

>

> Jackie

>

>

>

> wow...creepy isn't a strong enough word...this poem is so true...for the

> norm who sent it found it endearing and close to the heart...i read it and

> feel like i'm goin to have nightmares tonight...

>

That is creepy! I just had to laugh though, thats the only way I can deal with

it. Can you imagine your nada being that close to you! Yuck!

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