Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The shopping trip

shopping...alone
l I was able to trace my sadness back to my early 'Mom' days going shopping with my kids who are all so filled with energy and laughter. Even though their absence in this activity happened slowly, over time, it now feels sudden to me at this advanced age. Sometimes I hear the sound of laughter that is elevated above the constant din, and I stop and my heart, illogically, quickens because my mind slides back into a dream, and I am lulled. The sound of their laughter, their voices, is what I miss the most, all the time, but in the grocery store, it, at times, is especially poignant, and sad, and just as they are right now, tears escape and slide down in rivulets from my eyes to catch in wrinkles that have formed like ruffled satin on my face.