When my heart hurts, I wait. (a poem)

I could be doing many things right now, my mother taught me that.  I should always comes to mind first. I could, gives breathing room. She had a lifetime of shoulds. She lived for every one. And lost herself.  And so, she sits now with her regrets.  I could be cleaning, calling a friend, or washing up.  I could be playing the piano, or […]

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