Now and at the hour

The challenge was “write an essay about your mother”.

I struggled over where to start. How to start.

What should be the focus?

The words wouldn’t come.

I labored over the idea but couldn’t deliver.

Was it writer’s block?

Nothing developed.

I just realized why the challenge is so daunting…

She is too beautiful for words.



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