For Flour On The Counter

Mom, I still think about you making chicken and dumplings in the kitchen, with flour spread across the granite counters and paper football somehow becoming part of dinner coming together.

When I was younger, I probably just thought of it as a good night at home. Now I see more in it. You had a way of making care feel warm and playful at the same time, like being loved did not have to be announced because it was already all around me.

I hope today feels comfortable and steady for you as you keep healing. I love you very much, Mom.