soothing even today...

riding in a pickup, no air conditioning, crammed inside with 3 plus mom...
darkness hiding her face

my hair tickling at my neck and ears, holding as tightly as i could to the youngest of 3 and me...

swaying to and fro' as we rounded each curve, sleep tapping at the corner of
my young eyes...

still hear the whine and creak of the open windowed door as it swung open
for her exit...

back with a jug of "sweet milk", condensed water verifying the
coldness of the contents...

silence on the trek back, each pothole of the dirt hardened road preventing
comfort of any kind...



i breathed in, i breathed in again, never will i forget the warm wonderful scent of
...mom