A Daisy of a Whisper

Mama’s gone. Shouldn’t I see heaven open or angels kiss her cheek? The room felt the same. I brushed the back of my hand across her face. Cold. Her hands? Still warm. A single ache arose. “Mama…” Long illnesses take their toll. Weariness numbs. The hospice nurse arrived to declare Mother dead, and the funeral […]

Signed with Diana L. Flegal, Hartline Literary Agency

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