That photo!
That photo of mama
Takes me to her days
Days I choose not to know
Days with a hidden story
Days of loving through betrayal!
Days of “living” in a sick body
Days of letting go of her babies
Days of sleepless nights
Days of wonder
And weariness.
In that photo
I see Mama’s tears
I see Mama’s fears
I see settled tears
Of many seasons;
Of forgiving over and over
Of surrender time after time.
I whisper my question
To mama once again
“Those tear”?
Mama’s tears
Why they sit so perfectly
Why they are part of mama
Why they outshine Mama’s smile?
Mama, mama, mama!
Why?
Well composed
With your tears
Placed perfectly
In that photo.
Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
This gave me goosebumps Susan. You write so beautifully!
Thank you very much Terri 🙏
You’re very welcome!
Beautiful sentiments. ❤
Thank you 💝
I love looking at the picture of your mom that you have hanging in the hallway. When I see her smile, I see you! Someday, in heaven, I will get to meet your mom!
I love you mom 💝