Friday, February 24, 2017

My Mother, My Mother, My Mother, My Mother

My mom is very ill. She wont read this. She used to read my blog once in awhile. My mother is very sick and I do not get the chance to speak with her almost at all anymore and it makes me feels so sad.

Last year around this time my mom was still doing puzzles. I knew what time of day to call her when she would be eating popcorn, drinkng ice tea and doing her puzzles. My mother has a way of saying things to me no one else ever did. My mother is the one person, the only person, the one and only person that does not put anyone else ahead of me. I am not saying I am number one to her, I am saying I was not behind anyone else. I was not number one, and I was never number two. My mom is fair and does not treat anyone less than anyone and I love her for that. She does not lavish on one and not the other and I admire her for that.

How much I wish I could have a conversation with my mom and tell her this. This would be something I would say to her. I would tell her how much I appreciate this about her and how nice it is to be in her spotlight knowing there was no one ahead of me, more favored, more lavished, more cared about.

I drop a globe of gold light on my mom as I have been doing. I drop of globe of gold light on myself, I need it. I dropped a ball of gold light on this entire world yesterday.

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