My Heart When I sit with my hand over my heart. I am healing by talking to my mom. We are together even when apart. Her dear sweet memory, my soothing balm. While out walking I look up at…
Tag: losing parents
Missing My Mother
And then, somehow, I don’t know why, I tell her everything and cry. She hugs me then, and right away I feel less sad. That’s mother’s way… ~Anonymous, “Mother’s Way,” 1905 Why does it hurt so much when I talk…