Secrets Whispered
Husband informs, I was dream conversing with someone the other night, said I was uh-huh-ing with a couple of yes-s tossed in there too, so automatically, urgently, with a wait !! WHAT ??!!?? I replied, TELLMEMORETELLMEMORE!! but his breaking news was over, that was it, end of story.
baaaa
I know it was Mom. I KNOW it. I can feel her vibe when she drops in for a visit. But darn if I can ever remember any secrets, whispered.
And there you are, again, grief, out of nowhere, wham, cut to the core and crumbled, I become. And yes, it has, it does get easier, as time moves along,
but some days, oooooh, those some days.
Hours after she left this life, I repeated and repeated and still, I repeat
She’s helped me in ways I find impossible to describe, with signs and songs and poems written,
And on the days when I need her most ?? You’ll find me near her tree,
Hey Mom ?? Thanks. For being here, for understanding, like no one else, for reminding me, grief is but a temporary emotion
♥
and next time you deliver a message within my zonked out zzzzzz’s ??? Your son-in-law will be taking notes. FOR. SURE.
🙂