Three Cheers To Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis

rew4er2nail

Momma mia man date

comb the second Sunday

during month of May
can be traced back

to ancient Greeks and Romans
devotional festivals held

to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele

setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival

known as “Mothering Sunday,”

the other three hundred
and sixty five or six,

when leap year occurs,
especially Jewish mothers smother
also manifest courtesy

eldest sister or brother.

 

Fast forward to the early

twentieth century 1908 when

Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis

(a social activist then,
and community organizer

during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught era also cited

as informally memorializing her mother,

who begot said noble men

touring daughter

 

paying homage to woebegone

lachrymose role with accolades

to endure tragedy and loss put upon

childbearing women,

this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church

in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,

where poets (like me) did open

the special occasion with ranked midshipmen

 

commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's embolden

greeting card companies

such as Hallmark generated a market

(money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed

companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting

and exploiting idea

of Mother's Day and met


aforementioned founder, who tried to jet

tis sin the vulgar appetite

of the ole mighty dollar,

but her lofty ambition did get

thwarted by mass marketing

the quaint idea,

plus she feared going in debt

and though the industry

(initially proposed entailed low key

acknowledgement, the originator

 

(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed,
fêted, lionized, revered re:
formed unsanitary
squalid living conditions with zee

less ness and aplomb
set a course where

greater longevity doth hum
bull all because, she sought to regale mum

(mine) deceased after rigor mortis
immediately thereafter her sole son

found himself saddened severely glum,

and uncomfortably numb.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 11th, 2023 08:24
  • Category: Family
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  • Bobby O

    I wrote a piece that speaks to sudden loss and in my case it was my mom. I’m gonna send it now in this reply box cuz it wouldn’t let me inbox you. Hope it’s ok to do so.

    SHAKEN BALANCE
    Suddenly My Path Got Jumbled
    My Certain Plan Suddenly Was Unclear
    Instinct , Find Strength Internal, Instead , I Just Found Fear
    Charting a Courageous Course
    a Jumbled Plan That Quickly Crumbled
    Deep Sadness Lives Here , Now I Just Pray ,This Deep Sadness Disappears

    This Jumbled Path Defines a New
    Never , Starkly Alone, I Face This Bridge I’m Forced to Cross
    I Take no Solace Knowing Billions
    Have and Will Be Familiar with This Loss

    See, My Mom is Gone
    I Was Not Prepared
    I Never Imagined the Sharpness of This Grief.
    Denial, Anger, Bargain,
    Depressed
    Imprisoned in the Maze of Disbelief

    Raised on Her Wisdom, I Must Trust Her Love. I Must Trust These Tears Will Turn to Smiles,
    and That My Memories Turn to Blessings, After a Little While
    Her Strength is in Me, Her Mighty Spirit My Inheritance
    Her Guidance Leads My Jumbled Journey
    My Acceptance Her Deliverance
    Bobby O




  • Bobby O



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