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“What I Learned From My
Mother”
By: Julia Kasdorf
Cinepoem
By: Raquel Ortega
I learned from my
mother how to love
the living, to have
plenty of vases on
hand in case you have
to rush to the hospital
with peonies cut from
the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds.
I learned to save jars
large enough to hold
fruit salad for a
whole grieving
household, to cube
home-canned pears
and peaches, to slive
through maroon
grape skins and flick
out the sexual seeds
with knife point.
I learned to attend
viewing even if I
didn’t know the
deceased, to press
the moist hands of
the living, to look in
their eyes and off
sympathy, as though
I understood loss
even then.
I learned that
whatever we say
means nothing,
what anyone will
remember is that
we came.
I learned to believe I
had the power to
ease awful pains
materially like an
angel.
This is a medium shot of the angel with a
baby. I like how the baby feels loved and
cared for by the angel. This image is
showing how one person can help many
people.
Like a doctor, I
learned to create
from another’s
suffering my own
usefulness, and once
you know how to do
this, you can never
refuse.
This is a close up shot of a stethoscope.I
like the shadows and the blue and black
colors. This image shows the healing
and suffering of people.
To every house you
enter, you must
offer healing: a
chocolate cake you
baked yourself, the
blessing of your
voice, your chaste
touch.
This image is a medium shot taken at an
angle. In a way this shot is like inviting
us to come in the house. I like the
bricks at the bottom of the house. It
makes it unique in its own way.
Author Information
Julia Kasdorf was born
in Lewistown,
Pennsylvania. Her first
published poem was in
1977. I chose this poem
because it reminded my
of my mother. It made
me realize how hard
my mother works for
us.
Author Information
Julia Kasdorf was born
in Lewistown,
Pennsylvania. Her first
published poem was in
1977. I chose this poem
because it reminded my
of my mother. It made
me realize how hard
my mother works for
us.

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Cinepoem

  • 1. “What I Learned From My Mother” By: Julia Kasdorf Cinepoem By: Raquel Ortega
  • 2. I learned from my mother how to love the living, to have plenty of vases on hand in case you have to rush to the hospital with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants still stuck to the buds.
  • 3. I learned to save jars large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole grieving household, to cube home-canned pears and peaches, to slive through maroon grape skins and flick out the sexual seeds with knife point.
  • 4. I learned to attend viewing even if I didn’t know the deceased, to press the moist hands of the living, to look in their eyes and off sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
  • 5. I learned that whatever we say means nothing, what anyone will remember is that we came.
  • 6. I learned to believe I had the power to ease awful pains materially like an angel. This is a medium shot of the angel with a baby. I like how the baby feels loved and cared for by the angel. This image is showing how one person can help many people.
  • 7. Like a doctor, I learned to create from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once you know how to do this, you can never refuse. This is a close up shot of a stethoscope.I like the shadows and the blue and black colors. This image shows the healing and suffering of people.
  • 8. To every house you enter, you must offer healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself, the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch. This image is a medium shot taken at an angle. In a way this shot is like inviting us to come in the house. I like the bricks at the bottom of the house. It makes it unique in its own way.
  • 9. Author Information Julia Kasdorf was born in Lewistown, Pennsylvania. Her first published poem was in 1977. I chose this poem because it reminded my of my mother. It made me realize how hard my mother works for us.
  • 10. Author Information Julia Kasdorf was born in Lewistown, Pennsylvania. Her first published poem was in 1977. I chose this poem because it reminded my of my mother. It made me realize how hard my mother works for us.