Mother’s Day , every day

I wrote you out a card.

I filled it full of love.

I used my tears to seal It,

then I addressed it to the above.

I put it in a pillar box, and

I hope it finds its way,

but just in case it doesn’t,

this is what I want to say.

I miss you in the moments,

through the sunlight and the rain.

I miss our conversations.

I long for them again.

I miss the simple things.

I miss you being there.

I don’t really have a special place.

I miss seeing you anywhere.

I hope that you are watching,

with your family on your mind.

Catching all of our memories,

the ones you left behind.

Every day is Mother’s Day

because you are in my heart.

And every day I meet you

in a time before we part.

Author Joanne Boyle Heartfelt art by Steffi Krenzek

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Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited

I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse. As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven. I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child. I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power.. I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination.. Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative". It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..

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