I dreamed about my mom last night.
The conversation was one-sided and brief.
"Don't worry about your life -
Everything is going to work out fine."
"Take good care of my grandson."
"The food here is great."
"See you soon."
She looked young and thin, like she did in her wedding pictures. All the age lines were gone from her face, except for her laugh lines, which were profoundly deeper.
When she moved she didn't walk. She ran, like the wind.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment