Motherless Mom
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Like a sunrise I didn’t know I needed,you marched into our life to make your claim.Your silent words I should have heeded,delays past milestones, red-flags everywhere.Your eyes expressed when words failed.The simplest thing could trigger a storm.I pulled every trick I could until you sailedback to the moment, back to me. As my heart aches,…
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; My heart has stopped, and then starts again full throttle. The music is filling the room with memories and dreams of the future. The words mix with the music notes from the guitar flooding my eyes with tears. The happy kind. I am in the middle of my living room that is brimming with…
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‘Mommy, here is my heart in your necklace.’ said my five-year-old beauty. Take that Tiffany’s.
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I am walking through the mall with my daughters and see Mother’s Day signage. What should be a happy sight, I feel mixed emotions. Ever since my mom died I have hated Mother’s Day. I’ve tried to make it passable by honoring my grandmothers, but it wasn’t the same. Now as a mom, I…
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When I mention to an acquaintance that my mom died a long time ago, I am met with the pity look. The label gets stamped on my forehead like a marquee. Sometimes the other person asks how I take breaks or go to appointments. I answer, I don’t get breaks and my kids come with…
Danielle Christopher 