170 days to go

One day when I was a little girl I was sad about something. I can remember my mom taking me in her room a lying on her flowered bed, with me. She held me close and sang some old fashioned songs to me as I cried. Two Little Boys in Blue and A Letter Edged in Black are the ones I can still remember. My mom had a special calming ability. She had a difficult life and I know she could have been much more bitter about it than she was. Sometimes when I am sad I just wish I could lie next to her and hear her sing to me.