April 4, 2019

Always Beautiful to Me

I have just left my parents’ house and, of course it’s time to go, there are things to do. But I turn around, walk back across the yard and into the house. Mom is still standing not far from the door.         Mom, the sky is so pretty right now, you have to come out and see it with me.  She smiles and says okay, and we walk outside hand in hand.   My mother has always loved beauty. She would point to pretty things, like flowers or landscapes or sunsets, and say, Oh I want to […]