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Sunday, May 12, 2019

This Day

Mom, early 2000's

This day
I've been dreading this day
This day, thankfully almost over

Missing my mama
Not feeling like one myself anymore
This day
turns the bittersweet into heartbreak
Drowns the good memories in the ones of failure
and the missing, the missing

One conversation soothes a bit,
helping with the fact that it could be two conversations, but no longer is.

The conversations with my own mother now only in my head and in my dreams.


Looking for another picture, I found this one to remember my mama today.
She'd come to my house and I rather insisted she try something new with me.
We finger-painted together, just that once.
I'll save that sweet story for another day.

This is what I have on this day.

 

I sincerely hope your day unfolded in a way that felt really good.
To all my friends here who are mothers, or not...
who miss their own mothers, or not...
who mother other people's children, or don't...
whoever, however you are ~
You are my friend here and I wish you the best.
xo 

All photos by NAE @ pomegranate trail ©2019

12 comments:

Ms. said...

Me too everything dear Nancy. Blessed be thee my beautiful friend.

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Mo Crow said...

(((Nancy)))

Nancy said...

Michelle~ And you as well

(((Mo)))

Peggy said...

Nancy, what you wrote touched my heart. Mothering is not always an easy road to travel. Sending you love. Xo

Nancy said...

Peggy~ Thank you and no it isn't an easy road. Thanks for the love - right back at cha! xo

Liz A said...

thank you for this gentle reverie ...

Nancy said...

Liz~ Yes, thank you. I am so grateful for your faithfulness here on the trail. xo

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

I dont kno what I want to say

Nancy said...

Grace~ Just being here is enough. Thanks.

Saskia said...

I find it very touching and deeply moving that you care to share this very personal story with us....for me, it means you are keeping her memory alive, even though we haven't met in person;
my mother of 84 lost her mother at the age of 26, my grandmother was 56; I turned 56 this Sunday, I have no memories of my grandmother... my mum can hardly talk about her, that is even more sad than missing and sharing

Nancy said...

Saskia~ There is something about the female connection, yes? Good or bad, hard or easy...it is strong. I'm sorry for your mama's loss and happy to tell you HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I appreciate you being here. xo