Good Morning everyone.
Grey snowy day,
here in my beautiful ugly.
Busy day ahead,
first day of our,
Just Write Journaling Club,
at work.
I do a lot of work with seniors,
and I often wonder what sorts,
of things would appeal to my mom.
Mom wasn’t a game player,
nor was she big on sharing,
her feelings,
I don’t get it from her, ha ha
but, she loved learning new things.
It’s been five months.
I wonder what she would think,
about what’s going on in my life.
Mom knew I loved my job,
she knew I always fretted if,
I was doing a good job,
she, of course, never wondered,
she had complete faith in me,
in my abilities.
Many times in these past,
five months,
I wished I could consult her,
share something with her,
read something to her,
argue with her,
kiss the top of her head,
as I helped her into bed.
I wish I could tell her I am,
moving into my friend’s triplex,
that my best friend will be upstairs,
and her mother,
also a dear friend,
will be downstairs,
that my fear of,
renovictions,
rational or not,
expires.
I know she would be happy,
I know she would tell me,
I am doing a good job,
of culling,
our combined belongings.
I think she would encourage me,
to take time for me,
to live my life.
I believe that sometimes,
she thought she was stopping me,
from going forward,
she wasn’t , ever.
I miss her presence,
I miss her love,
but, really ,
it is here, all around me.
Rest well Marthe,
I love you.
Later girls,
BB
Sometimes words get in the way, so, just – Beautiful.
thank you, Carol