The eyes of an angel
I’ve been going through photographs of my mother trying to select the best one for a porcelain cameo like the one of my grandmother on her headstone. In doing so, I’ve been looking into her eyes over and over, so much so that she is in my dreams and drifting in and out of all my thoughts these past days. I can tell you that I’m shaken by her beauty, her deep green eyes and lovely smile. I miss her and this wave of grief has had higher pitches even though I am further away from her passing.
