A Poem about Memory: The Foremothers
On the wings of a butterfly,
on a feather’s breath of memory,
their spirits resonate.
I see these women, my ancestors,
with their courage, humor, and tenacity.
In my mind I can taste their cooking,
Hear their old world accents,
See their kitchens.
Feel the texture of their lives.
A Visual Poem for the Foremothers Project: Wings of Memory: And Still She Rises
This monotype print is entitled Wings of Memory: And Still She Rises. Using imagery from nature–the butterfly, leaf shapes and the swirl of wind, my Foremothers print evokes the way memories float into our consciousness. As we become aware of the influence of our foremothers, our past merges with the present moment. Through the seeds they planted in us, our Foremothers continue to influence our lives. To see the other prints I made for the Foremothers Project, please visit my Foremothers gallery page. https://robinbrooksart.com/figure-collage/
Two of my foremothers: Great Aunt Fannie, and my Nanny, Sarah Brooks.
As young women, Fannie and Sarah became good friends. Fannie told me how Sarah helped her after the birth of her son, my dad’s cousin Manny. It was during the great Depression and times were hard. With no money in her pocket, Sarah bartered with the butcher for a half chicken. With the chicken, she cooked up a pot of hot soup for Fannie, providing her strength and nourishment so she could nurse her baby.