She was the voice in my head
Before my own began
a subtle sound
I couldn’t understand
But loved
Later
She was the voice in my head
when I struggled
or worried
or was confused
Now
She is the voice in my head
Even though her bones
are long dead
She reminds me
that once a mother
always a mother
and that the voice of our other
deepest
first love
never
leaves
our
heads
She
Is always there
when we need it most
And now she is here in the room as my sister and I talk and laugh in tune with one another’s hearts and our Mothers who made us both.
❤️✨to all.
I’m off riding still and staying at my sisters overnight – another day has sprung and the road awaits.
This was yesterday’s roadside snap (we bike people are always taking bellies (bike selfies) 😉😘)
You couldn’t have said it better. Shared the poem with my sister. We can so relate to it. Thanks.
I’m glad you both enjoyed it 😊💙