When
my heart
is
in
pain...
there is
only
one
place ...
for
me
to
go....
.
.
.
.
.
The
Land...
with
wild
prairie
roses...
ripening
wild
berries...
wild
nesting
swallows...
and
even
wild
puppies!
I
walk
the
morning
paths...
healing
with
the
sweet
smell of
apple
blossoms...
I
moved
here
two
months
ago....
just
one
day....
before
Tom's
fall....
Four days
before
my
Mom's
collapse...
Two
months
followed....
of
hospital
lights...
and
loss.
Tom
has
now
recovered...
but
I've
lost
my Mom...
and
I
need
time...
at
this
precious
land....
to
heal...
Sorry for your loss, Helen. Many of us know how you feel. Let's plant a tree in her memory and I'll think of my mom, too, when we do.
ReplyDeleteVery sorry for your loss. :( Thinking of you.
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