mirrors and windshields

I write notes and letters to my children. Silly, love you’s or worrisome and difficult…

A few lines or a few pages…tucked under the door or wiper blade

Scripture, random in time and topic, sent daily via text.

Our fridge is covered in motivational mantra.

Notes and reminders are the norm, prompting everything good, everything hopeful.

Lessons taught, lessons learned.

I see, brushing teeth, removing contacts…love you.

And I feel, ” Sleep good, my good mother. You are good.”