sometimes
Sometimes I forget —
How pretty my mother actually was.
It is easy to forget.
Most of what I saw was her mean side.
And it stacks up.
But we used to get stopped in shopping markets a lot by people who thought she was a celebrity.
She was a pretty woman.
Before the mean cut that all away.
I miss her.
2 Responses to sometimes
hugs….
Ah thanks. I do not really miss her. I miss the illusion of her. Something that never existed but you still feel an empty space something should be in.