Days come and go.
Some days that make me happy are the ones that can also hurt. Any day where we recognize the ones we love and have loved can hit the vein, and feelings can flow into thoughts of could haves and what should haves.
Some days that make me happy are the ones that can also hurt. Any day where we recognize the ones we love and have loved can hit the vein, and feelings can flow into thoughts of could haves and what should haves.
And so I think of my first...
a sister who only grows in vivid imaginations,
a daughter who won't be walked down an aisle surrounded by happily watered eyes,
and a mother that could inspire smiles from anything, everything, and nothing.
Such is this one filled with recognition of those we love that upturns memories that will always remain unturned to those who are close.
I started writing this on Mother's Day 2016, and couldn't finish it until today; a date that bares no significance in the past events, but bares every significance in the events that have passed.
