Remembering Ralph Edwards
by Alan Walowitz
My mother, a practical sort, never offered
the forced élan of long-term wanting,
or the thrill of spontaneous combustion.
In fact, she never made demands at all—
till now, when she announces to any who’ll listen
I want my personality back.
I don’t know where to go to get,
but I’ve learned how to distract—
to talk about the weather;
how my daughter’s doing in school;
how you have to sleep the night
if you want to keep whatever world you’ve got
from bursting into flame.
That’s nothing, she hisses, like a long, slow leak
then waves her arms, elbows locked,
as if they’re meant to break like waves,
as if that would show me how.
This is the stuff you never got
at your mother’s apron strings
as you learned to pair the socks,
counted pennies into rolls,
or yelled Rummy loud enough
to be heard in a roomful of Jews.
If I had the guts I’d exclaim,
Esther, this is your life!
Then my practical mother
might return for just a moment and add,
Whether you asked for it or not.
Or even better, maybe she’d say,
Not now, I’m busy.
From The Story of the Milkman and Other Poems (Truth Serum Press).
PHOTO: Title sequence for This Is Your Life (1954).
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: In my mother’s last year on this planet, I’d often help her sift through her memories—photos, people, movies, and shows we’d seen together. As her last year unfolded, she became less happy and somewhat angry. This Is Your Life, which aired from the late 1940s through the 1960s, was an early reality show. Each week, the host and producer of the show, Ralph Edwards, retold the life story of a famous or not-so-famous person—someone who had led an interesting life. Those who were featured on This Is Your Life were usually not told in advance that their story was about to be revisited in front of a national audience.
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: My mother, Esther Karp, 1936, probably age 16, in her Bushwick High School graduation gown, twirling and happy.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Alan Walowitz is a Contributing Editor at Verse-Virtual. His Exactly Like Love comes from Osedax Press. The Story of the Milkman and Other Poems, is available from Truth Serum Press. From Arroyo Seco Press, In the Muddle of the Night, written with poet Betsy Mars. The chapbook, The Poems of the Air, is from Red Wolf Editions. Free for downloading.
PHOTO: Esther Karp Walowitz and her son, Alan, on her 94th birthday, April 26, 2013. Still happy.
I love this one, Alan, and it was great to read it again. It’s a son’s affection, looking back with loving good humour and depicting your mother’s no-nonsense pragmatism in a few economical images. It’s full of love and memory (Neil).
I want to add that the entire poem and especially the second stanza is rich with restrained heartache.
Thanks, Neil. I was happy to be able to have this published again. Silver Birch is the best!
Goodness. Heartbreaking. I’m sharing this on facebook. My sister and my cousins will relate to your plight, and will appreciate how you expressed it, as do I.
Thanks, Marie Elena. I was glad, in this case, I could find some words.
Marvelous poem and more importantly how perfectly it portrays your Marvelous mother. I miss her. The last lines, the photos brought tears to my eyes.
Thank you, Jeanette. She would have said, “Lies. All Lies.” Then, she would smile in pride, and recognition that there was at least a grain of truth.
Was always a bit jealous of what a wonderful mom you had, Al.. and the closeness that the two of you shared.
Really nice poem.. it felt good to read it again.
Ken
Thanks, Ken. Lucky. My Mom was the only lottery I ever won. Then I got a poem as a bonus!