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