Susan Swan

Dear my mother, I almost got lost too, didn't I? But the pure love you gave me 'til you died was like a flame always there, burning. And just like the raptor, that little flame was all I needed in order to see in the dark. It saved me, Momma, from that deep dark. Paulie, she didn't have that. The darkness took over her so she had to fly away. I still dream of her every night. And I think I always will. And you know, I can always remember your face now. Any time I think of you I look up and I can see your face. My mother's face. Like a flame across the sky.