Passages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze,
bringing reminiscences of olden days.
In childhood, we would speak in silent gaze.
No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes.
You have gone away oh, dear mother,
let the...
My goodness, this hit me in the gut. My mother passed 8 years ago. But I still sense her keeping an eye on me from above…so I must weigh my decisions carefully.
very relatable write.
j.
My goodness, this hit me in the gut. My mother passed 8 years ago. But I still sense her keeping an eye on me from above…so I must weigh my decisions carefully.
very relatable write.
j.