Mother’s Day is coming.

Mother’s Day is coming.

Which means SHE is also coming.

The me, I turn into, as Mother’s Day draws nigh.

I become a stranger, during these times.

Bemused, I gaze upon this stranger, quietly, breathlessly, tiredly waiting to see what I shall say. Wondering, what I will DO.

I no longer run from this me.

I embrace her, now.

I respect her now.

I love her, now.

I listen to her, now.

I HEAR her, now.

Now, she is teaching me to:

Hear.

Listen.

Love.

Live.

Respect.

Embrace.

Mother’s Day is coming.

Which means she is coming.

I think I shall get her room ready.

I look forward to Mother’s Day, this year.

I look forward to meeting more of me, this year.

waiting for her,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

• THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
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• Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
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