Happy Mommy Day

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Dear Momma…
A is for all the awesome anecdotes and amazing adventures!!
B is for Bonnie that’s meeeee–and bologna sandwiches and brown lettuce. Haha
C is for cookies piled up on the cupboard after school
D is for dammit
E is for everything outside my bubble of reality growing up. You dealt with a lot of shit nobody will ever begin to know or understand
F is for friend. You are my best one
G is for giggles we shared
H is for heinous cuz it’s a super funny word and hugs that kept me from crumbling
I is for ice cream jello
J is for jam tarts–I can put my admiration and appreciation into words if I think pastry –thank you for these dam delicious bits of wonderful
K is for kisses
L is for love, laughter and the life you gave me
M is for my momma, muffins, marigolds and the moovin van girls haha
N is for no …hehe I know. What???
O is for “Of course you are the favourite!!”
P is for polka to GX94 in the kitchen–and jive but j is for jam tarts FIRST!!
Q is for quiz. Question #1.  What is the first name of your favourite child?
R is for red BMX. God I loved that bike. Peavy Mart. Best day ever
S is for smarten up. Haha
T is for “time for chores!”
U is for unconditional love
V is for Vicks vaporub and the warm mist vaporizer when I was sick.
W is for wynyard wishart west bend and why the hell not??
X is for xtra everything
Y is for yes you can! Yes you should! And you are my sunshine
Z is for zipper replacement and other sewing fix ups–hems–take ins–buttons–customs –fabulous zig zag stitch

a mother fills an alphabet with words and creates a memory for each one!!!thank you for all you do and everything you are …I love you momma!!  Happy Mother’s Day!!!

Truth

The old truth flickers the light inside,

Some days it turns the switch right off,

And you spend a moment in cold, dark, silence.

Some may find comfort in telling their truth

Trying to make sense of what “is” for anyone listening

To feel whole and explain all the “whys” of who they think that everyone “believes them to be.…”.

Turning up the volume

As the band leaves the stage,

Produces a show that nobody came to hear.

Amplifying nothing only brings a nerve rattling, detestable sound.

Now it’s just a story

You keep telling, but there cannot be an ending if you keep telling it.

 

All your genuine effort is spent trying to resurrect something that no longer needs to live.

Old truths appear to be waiting for  you on those dreary days,

When you forget to focus on where you’re going..

It would like to be spoken,

So that it may live on.

It hopes

That you will panic,

Open a door,

Bust out a window,

Break down walls…

Just to breathe and see and feel,

Releasing it into the waiting wonder.

But don’t.

Promise you never will.

Because soon

Something beautiful

Surrounds you

To warm and comfort your insides

And hold you together,

Completely.

It is this moment.

This moment is the only truth we need to celebrate, amplify, create.

This moment, choose to be new.

The next thought, choice, move

Is all yours.

It stamps a big RETURN TO SENDER

on that old truth.

That isn’t you.

This moment is you.

And it is anything you wish it to be.

It has been given to all of us.

Every single second we breathe,

It lives in the light that shines through our eyes

When we are expecting to see through the shadows

Of an old truth, old story, old hurt, old beast, old self

And trust,

That it does NOT dwell within,

It never did.