one of my greatest pleasures growing up was writing notes to my mother, for the serving of words gave me equal pleasure as receiving
even from an early age.
and no one told me, warned me, prepared me
for what it would feel like
as my own children
would begin to serve up their own words to me.
and this mother's day they wrote
words filled with love
and i read
treasured every last stroke of the pen. . .
the lyrics of their heart
written note by note
just for me, a woman
and, oh, how the song plays on and on.
what is this? five-minute friday, where i write unedited for five minutes.
this week's topic: SONG.
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have a fabulous weekend!