I remember looking at the trees and feeling your majesty, it was brilliant and empowering. I saw your movement in the leaves, they were dancing with happiness and playfulness. I could hear your whispers in the wind and feel your touch on my skin. You were right in front of me, yet so far away, but still… you were everywhere.
I know it’s not you that has disappeared. Instead it is me who has stopped listening. Your touches are subtle, yet bold, this I know. But if I do not stop to notice…! It’s no wonder. You always find your ways, I see your hearts everywhere. But I miss you. I want more of you. I want it to feel like it did that day. That time in my life. Where even the slightest touch… I knew it was you. Please help me find you again. I want to talk to you more. Notice you more. Feel you more. Help me find the quiet, that leads me to you, Mom.
Love, Anne
