Again - it's Sunday. And - again - I'm wishing to call my mother. I'm wishing to hear the sound of her voice. I'm wanting to tell her about my day...my week...my life. I'm wanting her to share with me - hers.
I'm blinded by the summer's light. By its fairy-tale-like quality. By its tom-foolery and deception.
Just beyond here and over there - she still might be.
A girl can dream. A girl can always imagine.
But - it's Sunday again. Without question or doubt. That - I know for certain.
I can only sit in this day's sun. I can soak in its warmth. I can converse with myself...and hope she can hear. I have so much to share.
Your grandson is getting married in 6 weeks from today. Your granddaughter - last night - announced her engagement.
I can find myself - quiet and still.
I can hope. I can dream. I can listen.