By Nancy Reckler
My mom stands on the porch, as always, and waves goodbye when we drive away, her hand stretched up, swaying high above her head.
From the rearview mirror, I watch her small house getting smaller and toot the car horn, as always, when we turn left onto the road home.
She likes to clear the table she set for us, a summer feast on her blue-rimmed dishes. Sliced tomatoes soaked in vinegar with crusty bread for dunking, roasted corn rolled in butter and extra napkins for my kids.
She lathers each dish with a soapy sponge, savoring the last August days.
What a wonderful summery and poignant scene to read on this cold and blustery morning!
This is very nice. So calm, so normal in times that are anything but.
Nice scene! Vivid.
Very evocative!
As our daughter is leaving after a several-days’ stay, she always toots the horn while she’s turning left onto the main road. Maybe everybody’s kids do. This story captured the mood perfectly.
Such a lovely little window showing the love in a family .
Sweetly told.