We were on the beach again
you and I
I saw you, but only out of the corner
of my eye. When I tried to look you
weren’t there. Not gone, just
not there.
*
It’s not only on Mother’s Day, it’s when I see mothers
with their kids, brothers
with brothers, sisters
with brothers; my own kids, together. My nieces and nephews.
Thanksgiving and beach vacations and picnics and Tuesdays. It’s
a commercial and it’s
a song. It’s a show you would have liked.
It’s a sceintific article and a law passed and a pandemic you’d
have found fascinating. It’s being too often quiet
with my own thoughts. It’s this time of year.
**
The beach was empty, but for we two,
the blue sky noisy with gulls and the sea rushing, and you
vanishing somewhere between.
Peekaboo. I see you. Like when you
were little, your naughty grin full of snips and snails and
puppy-dog tails; your blue eyes more like violets
than the sky.
Modesty Is For Suckers 
❤️❤️❤️
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❤️❤️❤️
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💜 ❤️ 💜 ❤️happy bittersweet day, mama.
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❤️Happy Mother’s Day to you, sweetling.
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I was not prepared for how hard today would be. My heart is with you.
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(((((Lynne)))) they’re none of them easy, and some harder than others. I’m here if you need me. ❤️
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Beautifully said and touched my heart, as always. ❤
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My heart breaks with every one of these, but in a good way. Not the usual way my heart is breaking. Thank you.
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Beautiful
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