Our Memory Wall

BWJ Horton

We never had that conversation. The one you see in movies when the dying man reaches over to their child and shares their last thoughts, their hopes and makes them promise to lift up their mother. We never had the conversation about where the papers are kept or the phone numbers or what I should be doing with my life. You never said anything. You left us without 'the talk'. But you knew we didn't need it. You knew we'd keep each other up. You knew our strength and you knew our metal. We love u