Breathing space and freedom
to come and go as you please,
no need for reservations
or permissions, and a sunny day.

Rainbow roses from your youngest son
on a random day in August,
handwritten letters from your grandchildren,
peace of mind, sunbathing
near the Atlantic ocean.

Love for your body,
your many selves,
a walk on the beach
with the memory of Jordan.

Anticipation 
for all the good things
yet to come.

Love, Mom