My mother’s purse
It’s become a vessel to store my thoughts, prayers and poems. Some are to her but all are for her. My mother wasn’t easy by any means. She was sharp and shrewd. A stoic in nature and seemingly cold - although I knew it was her armor. I’d give anything to hold her hands and look into her eyes one more time. #Loss #Grief #PTSD #CPTSD #ADD #ADHD #BipolarDisorder
