Dear Marmee.

 luluandmarmee

There are things we
never
outgrow.

Like turning to
our mother when
we’re sick.
Coming home to
her, mad and crying
and cursing
the world,
when we’re
hurt;
Eager to
be inside
that kind,
comforting,
embrace--
priceless.

You tell her
of your
everyday’s, as
she muses, content
and nostalgic, with
both
uncertainty and
hope, and with
love, unconditional;
You feel,
You see,
Even across the
dreary
miles:

She
smiles,
and loves,
and saves.

And you just know.

There are things
she
never
outgrows.

***

Happy Mother's Day to my mom and to all mothers out there. =)

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