This life weighs me down.
Mother. Caretaker. List keeper. Sock finder. Breakfast maker. Bed maker. Appointment keeper. Laundry sorter. Problem solver. Parent. Woman. Friend.
I collapse at night, spent. Worn out.
Aches on top of aches. Worries on top of fears.
Am I doing any of this right.
“Look at your foolishness.”
Yes, I see all that I have done.
Chasing down love, running from unwelcome touch. Losing my way. Falling and failing. Why would God make this world so hard. Hiding wealth under rock and making love as light as air.
I feel foolish for trying. But why are you knocking me down?
Mothers and daughters.
Victoria Dillard Daily 