I must admit, inspite of my forever love of fall
I always feel a bit melancholy
this time of year.
As autumn's golden gown
spreads itself around me
I sometimes think of loves lost,
times gone by,
bittersweet childhood memories
and the changes that life invariably brings about,
as it should.
And I reflect upon it all.
My first autumn without my Mother
and I miss her in a way
that I cannot even explain.
I work and keep myself busy.
But as lovely vintage fabrics from the past
slide smooth and soft through my hands
I picture the very same fabrics in her
capable and talented hands
and the countless things she made with love
for us and our home.
And I miss her.
I go thrifting and see so many items
that remind me of her.
And then I remember walking in the door
at the end of the day
to a warm and loving home
filled with the wonderful smells of her cooking,
the sound of her greeting,
and to the security of her unconditional love.
I ache for my childhood.
For just one more day of it.
And for one more day of her.