My Mother

Gazing out the window at the waning afternoon sun she leans forward in her soft chair to catch the last bits of daylight. She recalls her late husband, son, and siblings as the light fades and rain begins to fall. She thinks about her grandchildren and great grandchildren; how lucky she is to be around watching them grow, hearing their laughter savoring these moments. As darkness settles she holds on to tender thoughts of her family that lifts her spirit as she drifts off to sleep hearing the rain against the window.