Friday, May 11, 2012

Champagne for My Mom

So much has been said about Mother's day that it is hard to talk about anything new.  I feel left alone to be a complete adult on this earth since many years ago my mother died.  Even though we lived in different countries, we kept a lively correspondence and I remember traveling to the old island when she died and with my sister going through all of my mother's things to find boxes and boxes of old letters of mine written on blue and fine paper all enclosed in their envelopes and a testimony to my whole life and hers. I was stunned.  I was sad.

My memories of vacations in her home were a day to day accumulation of joy.  I reverted to being a child again since she made all the decisions about food and things and her maid Ghislaine knew everything that pleased me and how I liked to eat anything.  She catered to all my desires under the watchful eye and directives of my Mom.  I did not have to think.  In a way, it was like a long meditation when we talked about all and nothing.  She often asked me "don't you want to see a movie, a play, go out?"  My pleasure was just to bask in her attention and being like a little kid again able to forget the challenges of living in her treasured presence.

I was spoiled.  I was received by her at the airport and later in her house toasted with champagne. Her favorite drink.  On her death bed she asked for a glass of champagne.  What a way to go! I remember when she was a few minutes away from dying, I went to wake up my dad who was taking a brief nap and he knew instantly. He spared me the words. We walked hand and hand to her bedroom.  I admired her body, her beautiful skin, we used to say she had a perfume skin, so fit to retain the French scents she applied on it. After a few minutes she was gone and no tears would fill the void. 

I look at her photo now and wonder where she is, where she has gone to and the silence is my answer.  In Haiti, long time ago, the ones who had lost their mom wore a white rose for Mother's day and the fortunate ones who had their Mother wore a red one. The tradition is still alive in my imagination and maybe that is why I never buy or plant white roses.  The pain drips out of their petals to invade my soul.

Copyright 2012 Micheline Brierre


  1. Dearest Micheline,

    What a stunning tribute to your mother! It's wonderful that you remember her with such admiration and love. I hope you offer her a toast of champagne this weekend in her honor. If you haven't figured it out already, you are not alone. Since you have such rich memories--she is with you--still guiding you with her gentleness. Happy Mother's Day!


  2. Dear Micheline,

    Such fond memories of your mother, and so eloquently stated. Happy Mother's Day to you!


  3. Dear Micheline,

    I liked your Mother's Day Blog. Sensitive, caring and emotional in remembering your mother in life.

  4. Hi, Micheline,

    I am enjoying your blog. You had a great role model in your mother. I am sure her spirit hovers near you.

  5. Happy Mother's Day, Michou.

    This is beautiful. I can see our moms, both of them. We were blessed to have had such wonderful moms.
    They are so alive in my memory.

    Lots of love,


  6. Thanks to all of you who wrote about my recent blog about my Mom. Your remarks were important to me and I love all you had to say!

  7. That was a really great post Michu!

  8. Beautiful memories of an obviously special woman to have created such as you ! Love this tribute.