Mother

18" x 24" Acrylic on Canvas with Ink

Friday night, I left to go spend the night with a friend who's house was broken into. It was a long, disturbing night. I came home early Saturday morning and climbed in my own bed and slept until almost noon. I called my mother when I awakened. She said, "where are you"? I told her I was home. She then said, "well, I called you and you weren't there". Now this is funny. I am 53 years old and my 81 year old mother STILL questions my whereabouts!!!

Thinking about this, lead me back to my childhood streets. Waking up to the mailman, Mr. Bob bringing our mail. The day my "Denise the Menace" silver spoon arrived. I still have that spoon. Going "downtown" with my mom to all the small shops. The small town decorated with Christmas lights and ornaments. The fabulous smell of the grass when my father mowed it. Years and years rolling by. The sadness of tragedies. The miracles of happiness. Bringing me to today. Infinite possibilities. Gratefullness to a life well lived.