The year following the death of my mother,
the year following my completion of treatment…
Lymphoma(Non-Hodgkin’s / B-cell large& small)
that year was a blur.
He’d made a lot of money in the stock market
& we should go on a trip to celebrate…
My only ever hot air- ballooning,
high above the Arizona desert
up at o-dark-thirty.
One thing I remember,
was the quiet of dawn as
we slipped skyward.
Everyone fell silent,
as if in prayer…
I thought of my life
about how much I missed my mother,
& the absolute beauty
of sunrise over the red rocks.
©Nancilynn Saylor 2016
Picture courtesy of Red Rock Balloons