Martha closed her eyes, listening to the children as they played on the porch. David’s voice rose, and she cracked an eye, then closed it as the giggles resumed. Her rocker creaked as Martha sunk deeper. David and Sara could play out here for hours. Martha couldn’t count the hours spent on this porch. It became a spaceship after they watched the Apollo mission, a pirate island after they read Treasure Island. After watching John Wayne, the railings became horses to chase after the black-hatted bad guys. Martha smiled as she relaxed one last time.
“Mom? Oh, David, I think she’s gone!”