the best gift?

...a mother's love

Whenever I see Mother’s Day gifts, my irrational heart skips a beat. Mom would love this, I think, but where would I send such a thing? The antique box of ashes in our kitchen? The swirling sea? A care package to the stars?

As a kid, I made her cards for Mother’s Day. Later, an English teapot. Purple trinket box, heart-shaped. Bouquets of mums. A bottle of orange blossom cologne. Godiva truffles.

And in the last chapters of our life together, when the role of motherhood was blurred and interchangeable, I wrote a letter. Something else I’d never send.