In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Three Letter Words.”
April is a time of Spring, a renewal of Earth, a reminder of Spirit.
My birthday is this month as is an anniversary of my Mother’s passing.
Growing, hoping, praying, dreaming…….
Crying, rising, falling, never forgetting where we could be if a brilliant life hadn’t been shortened by a cruel disease.
My grief still stings; tears fill my eyes and fall without permission.
Forever more, knowing that I have lived another year, means remembering another year that took Mommy away.
No matter a fragile number of my years, my mother’s love reminded me that I became special to someone when brought into this world. With my mother’s passing, I still feel bereft, forgotten, as no love could be as pure as that which my mother offered to me.
Grief takes a position at my table like a ghost; it is a guest that refuses to leave. With me always, though never again, loss still takes my breath away.
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