Looking through the closet in the Front Room (once Mom's) for items to contribute to an upcoming fund raiser yard sale, something dangling from the wall right next to me caught my eye.
Smiled, remembering its unspoken message - "You might not know what you're looking at."
For years, the little cylindrical object had been draped off Mom's bedpost, hanging not far from her pillow. It never dawned on me to doubt it was anything but a small flashlight. It sure looked like a small flashlight. It made total sense that it was a practical place for a small flashlight.
Except, it wasn't.
It was only after Mom was gone, reunited with her O Best Beloved, and I was clearing up her room that I discovered how wrong I'd been.
Not a flashlight, a kaleidoscope. A very small, yet delightful, kaleidoscope.
My world rocked. It spoke volumes about Mom. That's all I need to say - not a flashlight, a kaleidoscope.
No comments:
Post a Comment