Sacred Spaces–My Mom
February 18, 2025
Speaking of Sacred Spaces …
I talk to her like I always did, telling her stories of Annabelle and Henry while she stares at me.She still is a teacher, now just mine, teaching me to walk right into the heartbreak, to find ways to cut through the fog by making her laugh with my dancing, teaching me to not be afraid of the aching howling chaos of those blank stares, because whether she remembers me or not, I have enough love for both of us. I lay it around her shoulders like those patchwork quilts she always adored, and stay in that sacred space that is my Mom.
