[Jim Ramsey]

Hi Susan,

These tributes to your mother are creating a nice memorial and some good art. I have highlighted a couple places where my reading got a little bumpy, but it's probably just me. I offer a couple suggested changes off the top of my head to show what I myself would say in case they have any value to you.

All the best,
Jim

Originally Posted by Susan McLean

Unspoken

She rarely talked about herself, so I
was left to puzzle out her mystery
from meager clues: her skill at making pie, [a flaky-crusted pie]
her killer tennis serve, her memory
(near photographic). Calm and self-effacing
in public, but a whiz at bridge, she knew
intricate [the backstreet] routes and drove them fast, outracing
yellow lights. She raised five children, grew
wisteria, roses, irises, and played
piano after the kids were all in bed.
Then, waves of surging splendor rolled and swayed,
lifting my heart and flowing through my head
as tides are pulled and tumbled by the moon:
Chopin, "Moonlight Sonata," "Clair de Lune."


Revisions:
L3 "meager" was "concrete"
L7 "intricate routes and drove them fast" was "her way and drove with confidence"