It was just a chance to notice.

The morning sunlight, perfectly landing on the floor

and easing up,  in a warm thin shadow making light, causing me to stop.

To look towards the chest ‘o drawers, the one that held my mama’s clothes.

The light, just as perfect as possible, it invited my pause to remember.

For just a few minutes, that is all, I was happy to pause in the morning light.

My mood, softened by the brief glow landing in this corner.

The place that holds a piece from my mama’s house.

A momentary treasure, light and memorable.

Light and momentary,  preparing me for heaven.