I spent the day hating that my mom is no longer here to celebrate Mother’s Day with. I tried not to think about it, but of course it was impossible. I didn’t even ride, didn’t even leave the property.
I did, however, get a lot of necessary small things done. I was trying to catch up after two weeks of (unnecessary) stress at work during which I could hardly move, much less get anything worthwhile accomplished. Happily, the situation has been resolved, and we are all moving in a positive direction.
So, today while I was working at my computer, making a video, organizing some photos, and choosing some new music for my treadmill dancing extravaganza (LOL), I wrote this poem, and then luckily found the perfect photo to go with it:
Dark lacy tendrils
growing up through a crack
along the street,
from a summer love song.
They bloom and dry
then bruise in the cold
P.S. I should be back to “normal” tomorrow.