All around me

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,


rational or not,


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,


By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream


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