My 91-year-old mom has been ill and lying on the couch so much these last few months,
I was startled to see her in her reading chair as I walked up her front steps today.
Here’s what I am playing with for today’s poem:
Today,
I know
all is well.
Because today
Mom is a candle
glowing on the sill
of our window.
What metaphor showed up in your world today?
