Blackberries

The storm is starting to form outside of my window

I sit and watch as the angry clouds form into their dark billowy masses

I can hear my mother’s voice in the kitchen as she sings softly to herself

A faint smell of blackberries starts to arise from the kitchen

Mixing with the smell of the oncoming rain

I can hear the thunder in the distance as a bolt of lightning dances across the sky…

Blackberries and rain

My mother’s voice…

I want to go back; back to that time as a youth

I open my eyes

I’m not in my mother’s house, but in the cramped office where I work

I look out the window and see the bolts of lightning lick the sky

I’m now grown

No longer can I sit and watch the storms like I used to

Now, there’s just too much work to be done

But for now, I’ll just close my eyes and reminisce

On the memories that I have of that simpler time

To the time of my mother’s signing

And the smell of my childhood;

The smell of blackberries and rain