On Sunday,
I curl up
with Mom
on the couch
and we watch
Steel Magnolias
on TNT.
When I was younger,
I always
spent Sundays
with Mom.
She'd paint my toenails.
Braid my hair.
Rub my back.
Nothing extreme.
But so completely satisfying.
"This gets sad," She says.
"I know. It's okay."
"You look tired."
You'd look tired too
if you hadn't slept minute
in two whole days.
I lay down
with my head in her lap
and she strokes my hair.
"I wish I could make it better," She whispers.
And as I drift to sleep, I think,
You are, Mom.
You are.
YOU ARE READING
I Heart You, You Haunt Me.
Mystery / Thriller~I did NOT make this book. I am just posting this for people who want to read this book, without having to buy the real book. All credit goes to Lisa Schröder~ ------------------------------ Ava can't see or touch him, unless she's dreaming. She can...
