mother
-
I sit, watching myself. I am starting to gray. Across the kitchen, I yell at my brothers to stop arguing. I kiss my Father good-bye as I hand him his lunch. I flip the pancake and let it sit – something I won’t be able to do until everyone is gone. I try to watch
-
It is my Mom’s birthday today, and I forgot. Usually I would send her flowers, write her a poem, or make her something cheesy that only she would like. One year I made her felt flowers, each pedal listing a reason why I loved her. More popular gifts involved trips to the dollar store down
Simply Kayla 