I forgot about the small stones of January. http://www.writingourwayhome.com/p/river-jan-12.html
Today being the fifth day of the month
I will speak of loneliness
The loss of my Mom
Her life ended on Dec. 2
She was my Mom
My nurturer
My teacher
My rolemodel
My friend
Her leaving has left an emptiness inside of me
She lives in memory
These are the first five stones of January
poetry, publishing, and mentoring
Standing Tall with Big Heart: Somatically, Mindfully, Creatively, Unceasingly
Poetry and Other Music
Waiting on Words
Art from the Collection of Deborah Barlow
South meets East: Poetry and Musings - words of the seasons
A view of things outside the studio
poetic ponderings...parenting...procrastination...
Poets Pub
ASTROLOGY
Poetry and More
Some days are cloudier than others. . .
"We're all out there, somewhere, waiting to happen."
art. biology. creativity. science. design. nature.
Newsletter from NY Arts Magazine
Taos Artist Organization
a place for poetry
a community of people reading & writing poems, moving words
annellannell 
There are no better stones than these, Annell. It is nice to read that you and your mother were so close, and so hard to be without.
Thank you Mary! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com
Yes, I often think of how you must be missing her. Such a forever presence in your life leaves a large absence. Have you ever painted portraits, Annell? I wonder if painting her portrait would be a project you might find healing.