I Saw My Mom Today

I saw my Mom today. Not in the way that I should have liked; face to face like the first 26 Mother’s Days of my life. I saw her in the vast expanses of golden flowers (or weeds) in the still unplowed fields. They were lit by the sinking sun and set against the dark blueish purple of storm clouds. I was immediately stuck by they beauty of it. I don’t recall ever seeing or perhaps what is more likely, I never noticed fallow fields being over taken by by seas of golden wildflowers. It was so clear that she was there in a sight she would have found so breathtakingly beautiful. Yellow was one of her favorite colors and the color she always told me she liked me in the best. Driving surrounded by yellow I had one of the rare moments where I felt her near. It matters little to me if it was her soul or spirit or whatever you would call the part that she believed was ever lasting sending me a sign or if it was just a beautifully painted evening gifted to me (and the rest of the world) from nature and all things explainable. It doesn’t matter because it reminded me she was had once existed and made me smile, let me feel close to her and for a fleeting second I saw my mother today.