This song sat in my notebook for years because some truths are too heavy to say out loud until you’re ready.

It’s about the mama who baked bread and tucked me in…

who drifted when the marriage broke (as most often do)…

who locked up Grandma’s memories the year I was drowning in addiction (I understand she was grieving her mom and me at the same time)…

who still keeps her holiday table set for the people who hurt me most but never has a chair for me.

It’s about forgiving her anyway. About loving her anyway.

About finally understanding that love doesn’t always open the door back.

Slow, smoky country blues that feels like a confession whispered across an empty kitchen table at 2 a.m.

If you’ve ever stood outside a door you used to run through as a child… if you’ve ever forgiven someone who hasn’t forgiven you… this one will find the exact spot that still aches.

I will always love you, momma.