days like these
0
people always ask me if i miss my mom. on her birthday, on christmas, on mother's day. and the answer is yes. i miss her everyday. every moment, if that's possible. i just can't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that i'm NEVER going to see her again, talk to her again, touch her again. i miss the ways she kept everything going. i miss the way she always seemed to have a group of kids in the house.....
but days like today, i miss her even more. spring is in the air. that's a promise that nice days are about to become pretty typical, bringing with it, replenishing. baby animals, baby cows, baby chicks. new grass, new leaves. green. it means getting the garden ready to plant, getting in those cold weather crops, like lettuce and onions and radishes.
the excitement of this time of year was in her blood, as it's in my blood. she gave it to me. and i'll never get to experience it with her again. but now she's a part of nature, even more than she was before. and i miss her today, more than ever before.
but days like today, i miss her even more. spring is in the air. that's a promise that nice days are about to become pretty typical, bringing with it, replenishing. baby animals, baby cows, baby chicks. new grass, new leaves. green. it means getting the garden ready to plant, getting in those cold weather crops, like lettuce and onions and radishes.
the excitement of this time of year was in her blood, as it's in my blood. she gave it to me. and i'll never get to experience it with her again. but now she's a part of nature, even more than she was before. and i miss her today, more than ever before.
More about the phenomenal author
I don't know how to get over someone as dangerous, tainted, and flawed as you. You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man. So why is my heart broke?
0 comments:
Post a Comment