A Flower

I keep catching a glimpse of a mirror – my reflection – out of the corner of my eye. But every time I turn, it is a flower staring at me.

We are moving. I quit my job. I found a new one.

It’s time to start over.

My dad is living with us now. My mom is lost in the wind.

We are moving backwards in time – moving to my husband’s grandmother’s house. She passed away. Now, it will be our home.

I hope it all goes forward smoothly, but so far it has been rough seas for everyone. I need peace.


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