Flying swiftly, on an even roll of air it looks beautiful – way up there.
Closer in, my view is of an old tree, with yellowed leaves catching a morning breeze.
And closer still, oleanders moving back and forth, keeping time with a rhythm only nature knows.
Sitting in my van, with door wide open, I watch this scene with peaceful joy and happiness, closer even than before.
Thinking to myself – Mom would’ve loved seeing it!
She is gone now as my memory will one day be.
So writing everything down will preserve the two for eternity.
When I am no longer here, you will see me still – on a piece of paper – with my Mom right beside me in a poem.