One Italian Summer

by Rebecca Serle

Get a window seat, honey, ’cause there’s so much to see.

I cannot yet conceive of a world without her, what that will look like, who I am in her absence.

My mother, you see, is the great love of my life. She is the great love of my life, and I have lost her.

If your mother is the love of your life, what does that make your husband?

It looks like an amphitheater, enjoying the performance of the ocean. Blue, sparkling, spectacular water.