All You Have To Do Is Look

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This old gal…

Was thinking about who she was thinking about on Mother’s Day because the bridal wreath began to bloom…and that made her think of that grandmother of hers…

Saw Dear Grandma every day…lived next door growing up…kind…compassionate…funny…a place to run…feel safe…feel loved…

Can’t remember celebrating her on Mother’s Day…no trip as a family to buy a card…or candy…that mother of mine too busy making the day about herself to make it about anyone else…

Which seems weird…and should be weird…but looking back…is not surprising…

And not thinking about Dear Grandma on Mother’s Day isn’t surprising either…because if we need a special day to remember her…then every day…is a special day…

She’s there in the bridal wreath…the blue butter dish that once was hers…in rye bread…stale popcorn…celery in the fridge…

Polyester pants…cookies with nuts…crossword puzzles and every Anchor Hocking ashtray on every Goodwill shelf…

And that’s the way it should be…remembering those we loved and those who loved us…

Every day…in every way…all you gotta do is look…and they…are still there…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…