I wrote this little blurb almost 10 years ago.  It’s a memory my mom and I both hold in our hearts.

One late summer afternoon with my mom we went to a roadside stand and bought corn and peaches. We went home and sat with our legs dangling over the edge of the open backdoor to our trailer park home. The backdoor we didn’t use because it had no steps.  Just imagine eating the best tasting peach you ever had. Just imagine sitting next to your mother, both of your legs dangling out the backdoor with no stairwell. Imagine eating your perfect tasting peach on a perfect summer early evening. Then imagine seeing a rainbow that was meant just for you and your mom. There really was a rainbow that day. Imagine looking at your mother. Your beautiful mother with her perfect delicate lady-like hands holding the best tasting peach she will ever eat. She looks at you and you both know this is as good as it will ever get. And you want to eat another peach and then another. Because years from now, when you are all grown, your mother will say ” ‘Member that time when we had those peaches and sat out in the backdoor of the trailer?” And you’ll say “Yeah, those were the best.” And you remember eating them whole, leaving only the hard, brain-like pit behind.