Souls and voices through windows and doors in the corner a radio plays to itself but a precense exists for you are there.
A clasp of your wrist clinging mildly gripping to reassure memorie, in acceleration
you log it all being brave is difficult and too painfully clear in a raw and wounded mind.
In our grief we seek a capacity to heal and renew and with the passing of time a mothers love to a son is eternal.
God bless and stay strong as bright sunshine will return
and time will try and heal what it can for the now.