Something Amazing, But Not Still
~~ The song of love is creation's song, it is the sweet words of tender nurture, the sweet words that speak of belonging to the divine in body, spirit, and soul. ~~
Maurice’s POV
“Maurice.” I turned and it was Mrs. Horton, Sam’s mom, looking right at me dressed in this beautiful pastel green dress flowing mildly with the winter air, as the bun on in my head stayed firm. My mom was best friends with her, the best neighbor, and, for her, her best wine buddy. At least once a week, we had our meals together. I was stunned, frozen for a while when she called. “Maurice is that you?” she added shakily with the cold air breezing her warmth away. Wow! She got old. But her eyes are just as fresh as they were before. I can notice it from this far. I probably will f
