When she would talk about her mother,
it was as though there were another person in the room
She could see her mother in her mind;
It was as if my grandmother was dancing across the kitchen floor
It was as if she were talking about an imaginary person
who was not in the room
Her mother was in her mind
My mother was standing on the kitchen floor, cleaning a glass, and thinking of my grandmother
I could see it through the silence
my mother is a full reflexion of my lola (grandmother) and even if my lola is dead, i still feel her presence by my nanay (mother) they have the same way of pampering us.i really miss her but i know my mother misses her more. ...i could see it through the silence.....
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There are good thoughts in this. Thoughts that encompass all of us. Read mine - Many A Mother - Adeline