Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Back to the Future

Back to my roots.... The house hasn't changed much since 1962. It has aged and there is an addition on the back. When I go home I go back to my childhood. Tired at the end of a day, I sleep well and awake rested. Mom is there in spirit, untouchable in physical form. I stand where she stood. There is comfort in sitting in her chair. I've noticed we all do that, we children.