I Remember Mommy

I had a moment this morning when I had a quick memory of my mother's voice. It's been 12 years since she died, but I can still hear her from time to time. I wrote a short-short story about it once, how I hear her sometimes when I'm cooking, telling me what to put in the mix or how to stir. But this morning it was in a very odd place. It was on the train into Manhattan. I stood in the vestibule, and I saw a sign that could only read itself to me in my head in Mother's voice. 'Danger. Do Not Exit Train While in Motion.' Ah, Mom...