Mom with her mother (my Grandma Rose) in Milwaukee, Wisconsin
In a dream
I carried you
swaddled like an infant
you weighed so little,
as if you had no bones
“You’re so light,”
I said,
alarmed.
Then it hit me
it was you—now
85 years old
vulnerable and lost,
you didn’t speak or move.
where was I carrying you?
Suburban Hobo 
This is beautiful. As for where you are carrying her, I think the answer is “everywhere.”
Love you, admire the way you are caring for your mom.
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Thanks, Cheryl. I woke up feeling very worried about her. Love you too.
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I second Cheryl. Mom is like the air, she’s inside and outside you…and all around, today she’s on this virtual page. Sending you love dear friend.
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Thanks, Nanc. xox
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Both beautiful and a little sad. Thank you for sharing. 🙂 Wishing you the best – phoebe
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Thank you, Phoebe.
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‘…..an’ then it me. Instant tears.
you certainly know how to get to the core….
love
TC
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Thank you, TC. xo
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Hit me, too, Erica. The heartache is so real.
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Dear Erica,
This reminded me that all you are doing for your mother is as much for yourself as for your mom. You are the person who cares, who puts her care into action, even when that care is not appreciated. The fact that you don’t turn your back on her means that your heart is continuously being strengthened. Keep on keepin’ on. xxoo
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Thank you, Lynn. xox
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