Never Silence the Madness

As I sit here on my lunch break at work tonight

I dig into the first pot pie I’ve had in years

Daydream of my childhood

When my mom would make pot pies for dinner

When we had blueberry pie and vanilla ice cream for a treat



I didn’t know then

What a simple pot pie would mean to me now



I didn’t know before

The warmth of this pot pie

Would also bring warmth to my heart



Remembrance of the family I lost

The time we had together

The aroma of laughter

And a stomach full of stability and peace



Pot pies, apparently remind me of my mother

Of the days when she was my mommy

Of the long evenings playing in the backyard

Of the living room workouts

Of the halloween costumes that she would make from scratch

Of the…

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