Rest in peace Mom
MY beautiful Russian mom
Maugerite,
my mom, and me in one of our few moments shared during my youth, mostly spent in foster homes with ten sets of parents if you count her as one…
Happy holidays. Praying for peace and love for all of Womanity and especially my dad Vlad, the hero of Russia and Prince of Peace, Saint Putin….
No, I don't think he is really my biological father. Although if so I will never know….
Despite what I have been told, I really will never have any way to know more about my ancestry, which is nothing at all. Now I am all alone in the world , which is not cool in a country like America….
Oh well, God is with me, gratefully I am for this
I don't feel all alone all the time.....just mostly. The feeling of lonliness leaves me briefly when the finches perch on the primrose stalk, bobbing back and forth slowly and eating....or when the squirrel stops and looks in my window briefly as it runs by, then stops suddenly to backbrush its ears and scratch a flea like a tiny dog. I also don't feel alone when I see the pictures of flowers you send, you are my window to the land just below me; me, the only one in my family born in the USA. My perfect self was dropped into the middle of lovely scenic Detroit, MI. Was this a joke? I took it as one at first, but now....I still take it as a joke, now a much deeper and more sinister one.
Thinking of you .