Wonder

I always wonder if my mom is proud of me….wherever she is.

I wonder if she knows that God gave me a repeat of her life….and her looks.

I wonder if she knows that I know her pain…the pain she felt when she was on this earth.

I know it well….too well.

I wonder if she knows that I am telling my dad everything he never gave her a chance to say.

I wonder if she knows how much I love her and how sorry I am that I wouldn’t love her when she was alive….but they wouldn’t let me.

 

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One comment

  1. It’s hard for me to believe in things I cannot see or touch. But still at some point I would like to think that loved ones who have passed have some sense of being an can understand our thoughts. Either stated or thought deeply within.

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