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Mother’s Day dawns, 1989 - 

On the wide, green grassy lawn,

Dotted with row on row of stones.

I wear my Sunday best,

Carnation-pink dress,

White ruffled collar and shoes.

Grandmother hands me flowers,

Carnations, yellow, pink and white.

Youthful blooms, cut off at the stems.

I grasp them, hold on tight,

With pudgy toddler fingers.

Nobody remains who can recall that day,

Which now lays locked inside a photograph.

But we park at the lawn’s grassy edge,

And without knowing who she is, or why,

I place the flowers at mother’s grave.

Hey everyone! Sorry (again) (will I ever stop apologizing for this) for being absent. Life has been absolutely wild and I hope you are all staying well during this ridiculous, horrible year. 

Health update: I’m doing well and have my last treatment in EIGHT DAYS motherfuckers. Won’t have an immune system back for a bit, but I’m very grateful to be on the right track and otherwise healthy.

Writing update: I teased a new series a couple months ago, but have stalled out on it for a number of reasons. I found a big plot hole and am struggling to fill it and am having to reassess and rewrite a lot, so it’s still a wip. My main goal is to have it FINISHED before posting so you guys can have weekly updates to it and not wait forever. I also am struggling a little with the idea of posting a law-enforcement heavy series right now, in solidarity and support with the Black Lives Matter movement. Working out a way I can post it ethically and responsibly, or I may decide to hold off for awhile. Please lmk if you have any thoughts about that. Just trying to do the right thing here. I’ll be going over my other wip folders to see if there is anything I can post sooner. 

Love you all, stay safe and AKF