I used to listen to this song "Coat of Many Colors, by Dolly Parton" (on my forbidden radio) on my bed with the blue Ohio Star quilt and dream of a mother that cared enough to keep me safe.
A mother that cared enough to sew together scraps and face any odds to show her love.
A mother that cared enough to make sure I knew I was loved.
I dreamt of that and while I never received that from her.
I did receive the love of someone who chose to be my pseudo mother.
I miss her so terribly. I feel this hole in my heart, as I approach the anniversary of her departing this earth. The love she shared with me, it wells up inside me and comes out in tears.
I'm so lucky to have experienced that kind of love from several beautiful souls who chose to love me.