When my mother visits…

I channel the little girl inside of me, curl up in my mother’s voice and stay a while.We can talk the day away, spill over each other’s sentences. I listen to her every word—her wisdom, her strands of grace. I can only hope I grow to be half the mom my mother is to me. And maybe one day, when my sons are much older, they will channel their little boy, curl up in my words and stay a while.

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