One morning, various presences.
If my Mom were still alive, she’d be seventy-seven today, and as usual, she’s here, asking me to write these few words to you.
Emily Mason, Look Back 2018
Sunlight so strong I have to lay
a blanket on the floor
to see these words emerging clearly,
heart breaking into small pieces
Conversation so hard I have to say
unthinkable words to a dea…