Mothers Day,

I remember, across the lake in late afternoon taking playtime, how visiting children in my line of vision gleefully hurled themselves into the water from a small dock rocking summer, reinventing childhood's simple pleasure that did not cost an arm and a leg, (hopefully) -- the lake is shallow close to shore. And, more, I thought of my small son in Atlanta so long ago, when challenged to dive from a rocky ledge jutting out high over the Chattahoochie, how he called to me on the opposite bank, his courage stalled at the brink, the cold below, "Mom?" he called, and then he braved it, (my breath held, my heart stopped), until he surfaced, smiling, to his life, as if saying my name had saved it --for Anthony