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questions for my mother…

1923 - D and girls

What were you at 12, on your birthday, in the very front, where you liked to be, your hair smoothed, for the moment, into a bob, like all the other girls? And who were those girls? Did you giggle together and share secrets? Or were they being nice to you because it was your birthday? Did you carry, already, your small tarnished coin of betrayal and fear? At 12, on your birthday, smiling uncertainly into the hard spring sun, were you happy?

I want to think of you as innocent, happy, undamaged. But in your face I can see only the self you gave me: wounded, lonely, hungry, afraid, peering ahead toward rescue.

2 responses to “questions for my mother…

  1. Lena Rivkin August 24, 2013 at 10:13 am

    Judy, this is so very moving and powerful.
    xoLena

  2. jik August 24, 2013 at 11:04 am

    Thank you, Lena. We all wonder, don’t we?

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