Father.Michelle MooreMar 28, 20231 min readYour last wordshang in the air,light,like a hummingbirdthey follow mewhere i gowrapping mein a blanket of comfort.I will always miss you.
What isnt said.I thought to say a few words the day we buried you. But how am I to reduce a person like you to a few sentences? and the words, the words...
4 children.My mother has four children. Like the cardinal points on a map, each pulled away from her center. She, like a stubborn stake, pounded...
You Try.I want God To make Mother Happy. Give her one week of pure joy. Take one from me. Like Adam gave Eve a rib bone. Thats what I want from...