How do I celebrate a day that brings so much sorrow?
Today reminds me of how much I miss her.
I miss holding her hand, I miss kissing her lips in the way a child kisses their Mother (except I never grew out of that), I miss watching her put on her makeup - even as an adult I would stand at the hallway mirror and watch her, I miss how she would drink coffee up until bedtime and then sleep like a baby, I miss watching her giggle like a school girl over something sparkly and gaudy. I miss seeing her kiss my Dad (I miss him too). I miss calling her every single day and how we would talk for a second or for ever. I miss how she hated to cook and how when we were growing up that Dad would hate when it was Banquet chicken night! I miss her voice and hearing her tell me that she loves me. I miss being a little girl and playing with her long fingernails that were usually painted red. I miss how beautifully she sang gospel songs.
I miss how she laughed....Oh, god...I miss hearing her laugh!
I miss her from the depths of my soul to the outer layer of my skin. My body aches to touch her and hug her again.
I Love you Mom! Happy Birthday!
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