a short piece

have heart, she said as the rain pattered on the tin roof. life isn't always easy, but someday things will be better. someday, you'll understand. 

her hand rested briefly on my head, fingers lacing through my hair. then, just like that, she was gone - running down the walk, purse held above her head to provide some small protection, the bracelets on her right wrist jingling as she handed her suitcase to the taxi driver. faux fur coat and shiny peach heels the last memory of her as she disappeared.

years passed on that porch and she was right: it wasn't always easy, but it did get better - much better without her. we lived on and flourished, happy with our lot in life the hint of our sadness and confusion hidden beneath bright smiles.

no, mom, i whisper to the memory from time to time, no, i'll never understand.