* MOM *

Flamingo

  She would dye her hair a different  colour every other week.
The bag that sat on her lap had countless keyrings on it.
In fact... there were more keyrings than bag.
She was someone you could talk to about anything With.... However Quirky or emotional it was.   
Even though i'm not much of a singer.
(After realising only recently)
She would encourage me and give me  advice with the high note's i couldn't and still can't reach.
Not realising this at the time.... My Mom lived for me and big Bro.
After being told that she probably wouldn't be able to have kid's....and  more than likely wouldn't live  past 25/30/35    It's no surprise that we meant so much to her.
Not having the chance to get to really know her.
Whether i had the chance to say  good bye or not..... I wasn't and never will be ready
  • Author: Melissa Taylor (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2020 11:12
  • Category: Family
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