Like echoes bouncing back from distant cliffs, questions return to me.
During steady rain and rebellious sun,rainbows.I looked out and felt the lift.Giggling like girls,mum and I followed their climb with wonder.I, with busy camera,She,with clapping hands.And then she asked me,"Where do they come from? do they come out of the earth?"I stopped.Everything inside me,stopped.She didn't notice my intake of breath,my sudden remembering of her diagnosis.Too busy admiring, still smiling,excited at this miracle.I tried to explain, simply,about sunlight and water.She didn't care by then,not much.
Today, after dinner,she asked me why spoons made your face look up-side-down.