Mothers Day

I have been thinking a lot about sweet Marian, my mother.  I love her pretty blue eyes.  Her long sexy fingernails and thick wavy white hair.  She was only 80 lbs when she died.  She just gave up.  IT'S OK, she always says that, IT'S OK, Ree.  IT'S OK , Mama.  Your with Daddy, if I believe that crap.   ITS OK, cause I remember all the good stuff today.  You did the best you knew how to.  That is all anyone can do.  You were a pip too.  One of seven sisters.  I miss all your stories.  You could tell a good tale my dear Mama. Remember when I was naughty you never hit us.  But that story about the "Little Heart that Cried" as it floated away during a rainstorm in the gutter.  You would say, the little heart looked up and said ITS OK, DAUGHTER.  I understand.  - I would  laugh later in life and say you should of hit me, it would have hurt less.  Oh the Irish, tell their stories.  I miss you sweet pea.  I really do.  My little heart is broken right now.  I miss you Mama. Luv, Ree