Mom didn’t have much to say as I got ready to depart. She sat staring pensively out the kitchen window— down our long lane.
“Are you all right, Mom?”
“I’m going to miss my flower girl, that’s all.”
When younger I’d bring her daisy bouquets from our lane, not so many now. I kissed her cheek and tried not to slam the screen door leaving.
My return brought a sweet smile to her face, my arms laden with daisies.