My mother’s face
What I see when I really look
My father sang love songs, but not to her.
Today I saw her face as if for the first time -
waiting for the other shoe to fall
and fall
and fall.
My father sang love songs, but not to her.
Today I saw her face as if for the first time -
waiting for the other shoe to fall
and fall
and fall.
...Married a man whose mother abandoned him when he was a young child. Did she understand the depth of his sadness? Did he?
Such beauty in understanding. Men can be horrific, gorgeous ❤️