LITTLE THINGS

egg-crate

Dear June,

Some mornings I wake up only for you.

Thank you for embracing me without hurting my bones. For keeping the refrigerator stocked, filled to the brim with eggs.

For letting me walk you down the altar, weak and frail.

For forgoing not one, but two childhoods, yours and Susan’s, in my care.

I know living with me and my cancer is difficult, but thank you for never complaining about this untimely guest.

I will love you in life and in death, and I will try, for as long as possible, to be your

Mom

 

Ellipsis

tree_forest_garland_snow_winter_61095_3840x2160.jpgShe is like an ellipsis, do you understand?

Like an eternal string of lights that brightens the Christmas tree without end.

She is like a candy that does not melt, a fountain of beauty that does not exhaust, an undying day.

She is the soft rain of snow lingering in the air.

She is so endless that it is impossible to hold her.

And hence I do not have her, even though she is all around me.