I wonder how my mother is?
How does she do it?
How does she not complain or at least feel sad about how her life has changed.
But no.
Recalling her daily ritual those little ordinary things that she did.
Such as picking a small bouquet from her garden for her kitchen window.
Baking cookies and pies.
Feeding her chickens.
Spending time in her garden.
Helping others in any way that she could.
She says she is fine. That healing takes time.
I hope that a ton of all that she is rubs off on me.
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