Thoughts of you Mom
When I go to my earliest memories, I’ve thought about you. Walking me home from Kindergarten on a snowy icy street saying don’t run to turn around and see you were dropped to your bottom on the street, giggled once and ran faster. I still smile in the thought about you. Remembering when the horse reared and put me on the ground spread eagle with him landing sitting between the legs of an eight year old I’ve thought how you came running. From my perceptions I was fine though when my thoughts go to you and only the horror you must have felt, I feel as I think about you then. When I think of the tribulations I put you through always being in a hurry to grow, your thoughts were to slow down as my thoughts go back to you then. Always supporting and protecting a child who had the fire to try it all deciding in my thoughts if repetition would occur. I grew up moving a distance away, times together were few though my thoughts were with you. Did I tell you enough how much
