Words all jumbled up in my mind, wanting out of their prison. They are banging on my skull, screaming incoherently; failing to grasp the futility, not understanding that in the cacophony they produce, I simply cannot think coherent thoughts that …
Scratching out wordsno lines want to rhymejust ink on paper. Thoughts slipping pastthrough time and etherjust ink on paper. Happiness and despairflowing freely togetherjust ink on paper.
I miss you Mom. This is the first Mother’s Day without you here and I miss you very much. The pain of your passing is still too raw and the new normal of life is still full of sadness.