I love you.
You are my past and my future. Both murky and in need of attention.
Remember to brush your teeth and get the rest you need. Stay away from drafts and those thuggish ones lurking in the corner.
Take your vitamins and say your dreams out loud every day.
Don’t forget to plant some posies in the spring and shovel the walk in winter.
Wave to the neighbors as they walk by. Smile at them and say, “Hello.”
Keep your evenings quiet and in the company of those you love. Play games and hug, perhaps a kiss. Walk the dog, feed the cat and prepare for another day.
Know I love you when you try and fail although you feel it best, when is that?
Know love is the task at hand. Always the answer tho is sometimes hard to do.
You weren’t born to fight but defend if attacked, it’s ok. Go lightly into battle. Become a boomerang of hate.
Offer a path of dignity to those who display ridicule and pitch a fit. Allow a wide one for you never know another’s clear path. Help by not interfering. Watch them walk. It just might be “away.”
The magical stuff of Mom is in everyone of course. I know your resistance. That mom was a meany. Your mom was a bitch. Reach further inside. Slide your digits down though heart to solar plexus and guts and mush into the darkness of your bowels, the soft depths of the lifetimes within. Rest there a moment and dine on the ever present night. Rest in the peace of a future born day by every day.
Do your best. It’s all anyone can ask.
Love you more,
Mom
❤️
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You have such a wonderful way with words. Thank you, as always. Substack has gotten so big that reading it on a regular basis has become difficult. There is so much going on in this world that it makes me want to find relief in a quiet, calm but beautiful garden. Fortunately, I have such a garden.
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