Indescribable ache

How do I write of Mother's Day

when I'm not sure I know how to breathe?

I look at pictures on paper, 

or digital captures on the computer monitor, 

or images preserved only in the filing system in my mind, 

synapses firing fast today.

Yes, I know in years to come 

I will celebrate her on this day, 

and I will rejoice.

I will inhale memories, exhale thanksgiving.

But now, right here, the wound is fresh, 

the tears stinging hot.

The final thing we shared "I love you".

For this year, those words must be enough.

 

Blessed among mothers

Thinking of Mary, the mother of our Lord and honoring my Mom and all mothers today!

And it happened, when Elizabeth heard the greeting of Mary,

that the babe leaped in her womb;

and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit.

Then she spoke out with a loud voice and said,

“Blessed are you among women,

and blessed is the fruit of your womb!

 Luke 1:41-42 NKJV

 

Joining Deidra on this Mother's Day Sunday