The Blood & The Bones

I miss my Mother and as the day comes to celebrate her, I am still nursing a wound only 6 months old. One I know will never heal ..hoping a day will come when it is not aching in this way.

When her absence is not so obvious.

And the finality of death does not still confuse me.

When the scar has formed and I can think more about the time we had instead of watching her’s end.

If you are able to go and see your Mother and hug her do this for those of us who can no longer hug our own.

LL