Faith & Roses

I sat at Mom’s and watched some TV. Breathed deeply Mom’s “smell.” Her house. Played a game on my phone; had a frozen banana. I stood where mom breathed her last and I prayed out loud. All that is in Mom’s house is hers. It belongs to her. Mom made possible her daughters having anything at all. She considered my sister and I a whole heck of a lot. Mom did things and made choices with our welfare in mind. Her house was “lean” and junk free. Intentionally.

These past days when I talk to Mom I’m still mostly saying “thank you.”