The first thing I need to note is that I have not ruled out doing a multi-part series on a different Joy Harjo poem, "For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in its Human Feet."
Harjo has multiple poems that I have found extremely helpful and moving.
In "Washing My Mother's Body", she was not able to do so physically, so she goes back in mind and imagines the process.
The poem had made me feel that there would be something lost if I was not able to do wash and dress my mother's body. I worked out that other things mattered more, but was there still something to learn about her mental process?
She starts that she is doing it because of
"what needs to be fixed
so that my spirit can move on
So that the children
and grandchildren
are not caught in a know of regret they do not understand."
Perhaps the first important thing is that this does appear to be for the living.
Then the memories start to come.
They come from physical objects, like using a pan that her mother used for washing babies, now to wash her mother with the care that you would give an infant.
There are memories of the dresses. Her mother bought a lot of them, but that was because as a child she only had one dress that she had to wash out each night.
Had she always realized that was the case, and was remembering it once more? Or had some truths just started to become clear?
There is another pot there, that had come from her mother's mother. Generations are connected in legacy.
That includes Harjo's memories of raising her children.
There are memories of things that could be trivial, like her mother being shuffleboard queen at a local bar.
There are more serious memories, like a scar that happened when her mother was burned at work because her boss wouldn't listen.
There were memories of how hard she worked for her children.
"The story is
all there,
in her body,
as I wash her
to prepare her..."
She finishes the washing and brushes her mother's hair, kisses her forehead, and is wishing her off on her journey. Commending her to angels, she remembers a last bit of her favorite perfume.
So many little things come back and seem so important.
"and then I let her go."
On the other blog I have been writing about these songs I have put together and how they relate to my mother's life and our relationship.
I did have a very long journal session writing about her life, but then I would write about the songs -- first in the journal, then in the blog -- going over the details again and again.
In fact, I did make connections I had not realized before, including similarities we have that I might not have realized.
I don't want to be caught in regret.
I have tried to live in a way that would not lead to lots of regrets, but under examination things can come together or fall apart.
Things have been coming together.
We can bury or burn our dead (there are additional options now).
We can try burying our feelings or burning relationships. That can be harder to successfully pull off.
A final beautiful reminder from going over the poem again is that its okay if you didn't do it at the time. You can still go back to remember and release.
Or my way; trying to have it all done in advance.
There's still another step, I think, which will be drafting an obituary for her.
Two visits ago, it felt like a real possibility that I might not see her again. Then I saw her yesterday and I am pretty sure there will be another visit.
I have to assume when it is the last visit that I will not know, but that's true most of the time.
Tell people you love them. Live with openness and integrity.
Don't stay caught in knots of regret.
Related posts:
https://preparedspork.blogspot.com/2026/01/the-high-cost-of-dying-part-3.html
https://sporkful.blogspot.com/2026/02/january-daily-songs.html