So I'm up late and I can't seem to sleep like most nights. I'm listening to soft melodies and allowing my mind float along. I start to think of my mother and how I miss her so. I miss her scent and light hands, I especially miss her delicate voice that I hear daily.
My mother, a woman who has dealt with overpowering men who pushed her into corners leaving her breathless and black eyed. My mother, a woman who raised two children while their father was off in another woman's bed. My mother, a woman who worked hard continuously and raised us to see only beauty in the world that surrounds us.
She's miles away from me and I'm only left with memories of laughter and sad moments where my heart was broken from past lovers and she would stroke my hair telling me it'll all be okay, that another will come to pick up the pieces but for now she's here to mend what she can.
My hero. Even though she is at her weakest as her disease distances her from the sun and pushes her towards the darkness, she fights hard and pushes back to make sure to get her glimpse of warmth upon her skin.
My love who stole my heart the moment I entered this world, the one who will always have it.
Love and bunnies,