My 88 year old mother is living with us now. I was cleaning a wound on her leg last night. And then this poem came out, late in the night, alone with my thoughts. No more trauma, just memories. That's all. And I do love her so.
Found By Elizabeth Damon Mitchell
My 88 year old mother is living with us now. I was cleaning a wound on her leg last night. And then this poem came out, late in the night, alone with my thoughts. No more trauma, just memories. That's all. And I do love her so.
