sailors’ delight

We sat. Together, shoulder-to-shoulder, we faced west; knitting my left hand in hers, she squeezed.   “Why so sad, Nancy? Red sky at night—,”   I finished her words, “sailors’ delight.”   Mom smiled, her eyes luminous. “You’ve got that look honey, like we’ll never be back, or be in this moment again.”   I … Continue reading sailors’ delight