It’s Good. The love of mother and son. But the gravity of being good can way on your soul.
Good enough to be there regardless. Good enough to listen regardless. Good enough to put aside your thoughts and just remember…she bathed you. She dressed you. She comforted you when the weight of the world seemed too much to bear.
You find yourself at times not believing. You find yourself, lost in the speed of doubt. The gravity that once made you remember the good…
Has it gone? Pace…not sprint. Ease…not against the grain.
Frustration is meaningless. Look above your own thoughts. Think outside your soul. It’s not you. it’s her.
Remember that the gravity can always be good. That the gravity need not be the brunt force of a blade, but the cool comfort of a mothers touch.
She may not be what you remember…what you want…what you need. But she is…
As so many…including myself can forget…yours.
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