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…
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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…
At the gym with my parents.
Missing my parents so much it is unbearable. ‘Who, being loved, is poor?’ ~ Oscar Wilde My parents accompanied me to the gym yesterday, and it was wonderful. I showed them my fitness routine and they were proud of me.…
Memories are Precious
Memories linger Snapshots of moments in time I remember you. He is my hero Sentiments of a daughter My dad is the best. Time passes us by Takes away our loved ones Alone we stand. Your empty…