Love the poem Maha. My Mother was an art teacher and independent person who was always there when needed as a Mom, but not to be taken for granted as “belonging” to anyone. Almost an impossible balance though I think in a time when women were expected to “return to the family” after the many roles they played during World War Two, it was natural to be more than one person.

Actually, neither of my Grandmothers fit the ’50s image of the single dimensional woman-person popular in the media. They defined themselves.

Thanks for this!