Never Having to Explain
There are people in my world who understand the word defying emotion I feel… particularly now- shortly after Mother’s Day.
It is playing cards and laughing about a song written for a funeral.
It is the melody of “It is Well With My Soul.”
It is an unused diaper bag in the closet.
It is Thanksgiving with a smaller crowd and 4th of July fireworks by the pond.
It is a rundown barn and buttered rolls.
“Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?”
Putting words to the thoughts and feelings cause them to become shallow, broken, and incomprehensible.
I need a cousins’ run. I need the exertion, the sweat, and the simple joy of being with those to whom I never have to explain.
Sorry to my readers who do not have Richardson blood or close ties to it. This post is gibberish to you, but for some, there is no explanation needed.