they circled the sky like ripples on blue water. winter was on the tips of their wings, and as they flew i saw them shake it off with every flap flap of their feathers.

i was sitting with mom, feeding her granola. she and i were watching the sky and the ripple effect of the birds. suddenly we realized they were flying north, in the heart of autumn. we looked at each other and laughed. “they must have a new leader,” i said to mom, who was shaking in mirth. “eventually they’ll realize and they’ll fire him. it’ll be winter and we’ll see them flapping past again, like this…” i mimicked the birds, their wings heavy with snow, their heads downcast, “feeling very silly.”

mom tilted her head back and laughed like a little girl. she put her hand on my arm. she was having a shaky day, but her thoughts were very real and cognitive. “you are so cute,” she said, and loved me with her eyes.

we turned back to the granola and the sky, but in my heart a candle burned, a memorial for the memory which had just conspired.



  1. Teneale said,

    September 28, 2007 at 1:23 am

    What a beautiful memory. I love how you are taking every moment and feeling it and experiencing it 100 percent. May we all learn to do that with every day of our lives. Enjoy what we have, when we have it.

    Love you.

  2. abbagirl74 said,

    September 29, 2007 at 12:48 am

    Hey! Just wanting you to know you are in my thoughts. Loved the picture and the post. Smile!!!

  3. Auntie D said,

    November 5, 2007 at 4:30 am

    Precious time with your dear Mom. What a beautiful thing is that!
    These memories will never be forgotten and they will remain on the pages of your heart forever. What a gift.

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