May 8
I wasn't there that day, she was gone forever, and I wasn't even there!!! *Looking into the star lit sky I close my eyes remembering when she would smile.* I'm so sorry, I should of been there. I just couldn't. *The day I came home and had the courage to visit your stone I almost lost my nerve.... I haven't visited this cold place in years, and it looks like no one else has either. Pulling the overgrown brush from around your stone, l can remember photographing it that mournful day. When the M comes into view, my hand traces along its curves,* I'm not sure why I'm here now, it's not exactly the place I like to be in. I just needed to feel you once more, think of you for a moment. My world has changed so much and I think you would be proud of the wife and mother I have turned out to be. *Tears fall into the cool wind as my breath hitches.* I'm sorry momma, know I loved you. I speak of you often to Dare and Luc. I share all my sorted tales of how I drove you and daddy nuts growing up. You did a fine job with me though. *Laying the flowers on the top of the cold marble, wiping at a tear as it falls over my cheek* Until I see you again momma, know how loved you are.
Memories of Mom
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