Hello Mother

So many times I’ve wanted to call my mother since she died. Today, I lay down in the green grass by her grave and let the sun shine down on me. I changed her flowers (thanks Martha at The French Potager). I brushed the sand off the black sentry dog. All the feels squished into one plot of land. My grandmother’s grave is behind my mother’s. Two women – two forces – in my life who now reside in this fenced-in yard. And it was good to spend this sunny day with them.

[Thank you for reading my writing; I love hearing from you and
would love to gather your responses here, instead of on social media.]