Pink trees

Pink blossomed trees bright against a blue sky, witnessed one morning on a walk to the coffee shop. A latte served hot that burned the roof of my mouth. The friendly chatter of my mother drinking her morning drink. Today I missed that walk-my mother was 30,000 feet in the sky flying home. Our visit is over. The house is empty it seems to echo with out her energy in it. I feel at a loss and have a small feeling of grief about me. Something is over. My time with my mother was comfortable and easy, I did not want it to end. But play time is over and real life has to start, so tomorrow it is back to work. I hope you all have a good week. I'll miss my mother and look forward to our next visit.