I live in St. Louis, MO, but my heart and soul hang out at the beach. I am a multi-genre, award winning writer and member of St. Louis Writer's Guild. I am a seasoned pre-k teacher, on line writing instructor, wife, mother, Nana to ten. Hopefully, something I say will make you smile, further your writing career, or inspire you to write from the heart, too.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Happy Mother's Day to my mama
Ten years ago my mom, Virginia, aka: Nana Ginny, Maw-Maw, went to Heaven. I miss her everyday, especially THIS day.
On Mother's Day 2007, we went camping because nature has a way of easing me over rough spots.
I awoke at dawn, mounted my bike, and sped across the concrete dam at Lake Carlisle. I was trying to outrun my overwhelming sadness and blow the stench of guilt off me.
I looked to the sky, searched the lake, yearned for a sign. As a tear trickled, I got a sudden whiff of Mom's signature vanilla fragrance, and then... she touched me.
High atop the dam I pedal hard, feeling
Boats below with billowed sails
ripple the lake.
I tag the wind and search the
sky for you.
A tear springs hot; I bid it
not to splash.
I do not want to rock a boat,
As I bike away from anguished thoughts.
wind gusts snatch my sorrow,
storm clouds swallow silent
I pause and mouth a simple prayer,
“God, let her be okay.”
I whiff a burst of hope and
on the early morning breeze.
Gentle tug upon my
tingles down my spine.
Did I really breathe your
and feel your tender touch,