today’s sky

Today my mind is wandering back to Easters from years ago.  My mother loved a kelly green dress I wore one year.  I remember her in a rust-colored dress in a restaurant with red walls.

Nanna’s gravestone says, “Born in Sweden.”  She dressed simply and I picture her sitting in our old living room, with grace.  Perhaps tired too, and a day off from her kitchen.  My father took Nanna back to Sweden for a visit before they both were called Home, Nanna in 1973 and Dad in 1983.  Today they feel nearby.

late winter –
today’s sky the color
of forget-me-nots