The Postscript

“A Mother Who Reads”

'I had a mother who read to me Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea, Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth, 'Blackbirds' stowed in the hold beneath.'

I am 'up north,' as people say, spending time with my parents at their cabin. My parents are spending more time in town, especially in the winter. But now it is spring, and to hear them tell it, being a nonagenarian is no reason to stay away from the place they love best.