The weekend just gone, was Easter.
It was nice because I was off,
I like to spend special days at home,
it feels like I'm being a good mammy,
not off working, I'm doing what I am suppose
to do, I'm with my family, and even though
I drive them mad sometimes I know
they like it when I am here
on those special days too.

I'm not sure if it is still awkward for them
that he is not here too, I think it is but
maybe that is because it still awkward for me
and I presume it is for them too, but young people
accept things as different quicker, I think, or
maybe I'm presuming that too,
Guess what? I don't know,
Im winging it.

I actually started this post about Easter,
thinking I would be chatting about how
I went out, had a good night, had a laugh.
Missed mam, spent time with my earth angel,
our kids, their mates, dad, all of these things
I did, and then I typed about him and the poor me again,
Sorry,
I'll try better next time.

M