. . . Recognizing that she was not always old, so here are two when she was in her late teens. A thanks to Joanna for asking if I had any pictures of Mother when she was young.
My mother had beautiful red hair.
Agnes with her mother, Augusta.
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On This Mother’s Day . . . 5 comments
Daughter’s Delight — Love Is In The Air Leave a comment
My mother, Agnes, talking to son, Tom as granddaughter, Katie looks on (04/11/04) — Image by kenne
Love is in the air
A narrative not needed
The eyes tell it all.
— kenne
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Thinking About Mother On Her 100th Birthday 11 comments
Agnes Willie Poe would have been 100 Today. (March 3, 1918 – September 8, 2006)
Happy Birthday, Mother!
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Mother Agnes with Granddaughter Kate — Throwback Thursday 1 comment
Mother Agnes with Granddaughter Kate (Easter, April 11, 2004) — Image by kenne
I don’t usually do “Throwback Thursday” postings, but the other day I ran across this photo. Mother could be real entertaining at times.
Kate was probably listening to her grandmother talking to her other son, Tom. Look at Kate’s eyes.
Agnes was a great storyteller and had an identifiable laugh, especially when she was excited.
Once she was entertaining her grandchildren telling stories, I placed a small recorder near her. Like so many things over the years, it got misplaced, or accidentally tossed in a move.
— kenne
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Christmas Past #3 3 comments
Christmas Past #3 (Me, Kate and Mother, December 22, 2004) — Image by Joy
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Continue To Crawl . . . 9 comments
Image of Mother before she passed away in September, 2006 by kenne
Continue To Digest The Emptiness
The wise teach,
all things are
connected in the Universe,
and remain so throughout time –
continue to digest the emptiness.
As gatekeepers
to all things connected
we open the gates to experience,
learning to love and care for others –
continue to digest the emptiness.
The foolish
give rise to aliens,
lacking knowledge of the whole,
“. . . see the dragon in my garage” –
continue to digest the emptiness.
Trying
to understand the messages
in our fleeing experiences,
seeking to be identical with the norm –
continue to digest the emptiness.
Yet,
our impermanent passing experience
is where knowledge exist,
maximizing the significance of the whole –
continue to digest the emptiness.
Unused knowledge
is not retained,
like the fruit of the tree,
decays as soon as it is ripe –
continue to digest the emptiness.
Seek not to ripen
on the tree of knowledge,
for knowledge that has crystallized
quickly loses clarity of the whole –
continue to digest the emptiness.
As our reality
is narrowed,
our ability to connect is lessened, thus
diminishing meaning and value –
continue to digest the emptiness.
Lacking actualization,
should not stop
us from crawling,
with the “struggling ant” –
continue to digest the emptiness.
Continue to crawl . . .
kenne
Mother was always a walker — Image by kenne (August 2004)
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Mother’s Day 2013 — Words Are All I Have 3 comments
Chase and Mother Agnes — Image my kenne
Thinking about Mother
I thought about yesterday
Remembering the moments
I thought about today
Taking a deep breath.
I thought about tomorrow
Exceeding my grasp.
I thought about time
Wondering about timeless.
I thought about life,
Asking the questions.
I thought about people,
Knowing not what I see.
I thought about what is,
Wondering why?
I thought about ideals,
Seeking what should be.
I thought about truth,
Confusing it with the facts.
I thought about art,
Becoming aware.
I thought about love
Touching the feeling.
I thought about Joy,
Feeling love inside.
I thought about you,
Walking with long shadows
I thought again of tomorrow
Sharing your path.
These are my words to you, Mother. We miss you every day, especially on Mother’s Day!
— kenne
“It’s only words
and words are all I have
to take your heart away.”
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Remembering Mother On My Brother’s Birthday 3 comments
“The Summer of Suffering” Mother just weeks before she passed away, September 8, 2006 — Image by kenne
Brother, Thomas R. Turner — Image by kenne
Today, brother Tom is 70 years old.
This is a special day for many reasons,
among then the day that our mother
celebrated her second birthing day.
She was so proud to have another baby boy.
This morning,
the day became even more special
learning that we will be receiving
our mother’s ashes next week.
It has now been almost six years
since Mother passed away
and as per her wish,
her body was donated
to the Texas Medical Center in Houston.
This was her gift to medical research
and the future of human kind.
Raised a Southern Baptist in Alabama,
she knew many in our family
would think harshly of her decision,
but as it was she had outlived
many of those who may have been critical.
Mother would be the first to tell you
she had lived a full life —
making many poor decisions.
However, donating her body
was a decision she researched
and made years before her death.
Mother, you did good!
Something tells me she knows.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM!
Or as Mother would say,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBY!
kenne
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Happy Birthday Mother! 6 comments
Kenne David, Katie, Agnes (Mother) & Kenne — November 27, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOTHER!
WE MISS YOU!
Thinking about Mother
I thought about yesterday
Remembering the moments
I thought about today
Taking a big breath.
I thought about tomorrow
Exceeding my grasp.
I thought about time
Wondering about timeless.
I thought about life,
Asking the question.
I thought about people,
Knowing not what I see.
I thought about what is,
Wondering why?
I thought about ideals,
Seeking what should be.
I thought about truth,
Confusing it with the facts.
I thought about art,
Becoming aware.
I thought about love
Touching the feeling.
I though about Joy,
Feeling love inside.
I thought about you,
Walking with long shadows.
I thought again of tomorrow
Sharing your path.
— kenne
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To All Mothers, Happy Mother’s Day! Leave a comment
In memory of my mother’s last Mother’s Day, three years ago.
kenne
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Happy Birthday, Mother! 4 comments
Mother would have been 92 years old, March 3rd. Born Willie Agnes, to Augusta and Robert Poe, the third of three children.
Yes, I forgot — where was my reminder, Tom?
kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 