Missing My Mom

I miss Mom. I miss her skin smelling like Oil of Olay, Vaseline and cigarettes all at once. I miss her telling me “God helps those who help themselves “. I miss her telling me, ” I will always listen to what you have to say” I miss her having a beer in her later years and always offering me one. I miss her waking me up early in the morning during the summer, when I was six years old. I would walk with her to her garden of flowers to watch the wild Daises bloom. I miss watching her favorite soap opera “All My Children” with her.

I miss laughing with her and plucking her Canas out for a nickel a piece. I miss picking chiltepin from her plant to make salsa and pressing the mix button on the blender. And she would tell me I helped her make salsa

I wish you were here.

I love you Mom.

6 comments

  1. Kristiana · June 12, 2018

    Reblogged this on My Screaming Twenties and commented:
    Joann is new writer here on WordPress and I think you should go and give her some love. I loved this piece ๐Ÿ’›

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Blogging_with_Bojana · June 17, 2018

    Wonderful.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. MOMENTS · June 18, 2018

    Beautifully expressed and deeply heartfelt. BTW, thank you so much for the follow.
    Thank you! And your very welcome!

    Like

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