The Moya View
Mourning MomShe would be in her nineties now,cracks threading her voice,a shadow settling her face.No need to push her memories aside,or resist faint ailmentsthat echo in me.She would be alive.
Posted
in
by
JONATHAN MOYA
Tags:
I can relate to this…
Beautiful 🌹
Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.
Type your email…
Subscribe
Continue reading
Leave a Reply