what we take with us

i was sitting here last night feeling lonely and wanting a snack. i
rummaged through the cabinets and fridge but didn't find anything i
thought would satisfy me. gave each a second look and found a pint of
my favorite ice cream.

it's funny the things you take from your parents. i'm not talking
about the big things like personality traits or mannerisms. my brother
and i share a lot of the same mannerisms with my father. they joke
about how much i act like my mother. i'm talking little things here.

my mom's favorite color was green. that's my brother's favorite color.
her favorite ice cream was pralines and cream. it's my favorite flavor
as well.

a chilly winter evening and i was eating half a pint of pralines and
cream. but i felt less lonely remembering time spent with my mom.

ghost