Words With Nowhere to go…..

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Some words are only for your mom.

I never knew that.

For 47 years I never realized that there are certain conversations I  reserved for my mom. 

Certain thoughts that waited for her… waited for her listening ears before being spoken.
…and now those words have nowhere to go….

I shuffle through each day and without fail the conversations come into my head, and stick.

Words that once flowed freely….now stop and stammer.

They jam together like railroad cars suddenly halted.

They crash and clang and jumble.

There is no exit for them.

No way out.

They are hers…and hers alone, and she is not here to receive them.

Precious words. Serious words. Silly words. Loving words.

I store up these words for her…..I am their keeper.

I have experienced great sadness in my life, but grief is new to me.

And there is a difference.

My mom is gone and my heart aches.
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