Mother's Day just isn't the same any more. I miss our chinwags.
|I miss you Mom and our frequent natters. Nothing was taboo, all topics, matters. Chinwags, gabbing, talk, call it what you will. If you could've stayed we'd be chatting still. Current affairs, gossip, family stuff our conversations were always enough. You'd tilt your head, grimace, and roll your eyes swat the annoying as if they were flies. Ranting and raving? Yes, sometimes we did. Whisper? Acceptance? Submit? God forbid! Our love language listening and sharing, words and their free flow echoed our caring. I miss you Mom and the sound of your voice. I said goodbye, but it wasn't by choice. ( 14 lines )|