She took my mother with her

My mother was of the Moon. Aren’t all women?

Each month, when the moon is full, my mother comes to visit. I know it’s her way of telling me that she’s still with me. And how lovely to know that we’ll see each other every month until I no longer inhabit the earth. Perhaps then I’ll be with her on our infinite journey.

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I usually photograph the rising moon or when it’s high in the sky. But this time, the first full moon after my mother’s death, I awoke early at 5:00 am and looked out the window. The moon was sliding down into her setting, and I said my final goodbye as the she took my mother with her.

The August moon is the most precious as my mom’s birthday is August 19th.

4 responses to “She took my mother with her

  1. Well done Nina. “Little Jean ” is smiling down on you.

    Love, Margo

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  2. Still remember and miss that lovely woman.

  3. Beautiful, Nina.

  4. beautiful e un abbraccio da qua..and a cup of tea together xx

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