Sawdust Memories

Memories of conversations and a penny's worth of sawdust. Is there a heaven? Mom said there was. With unicorns and porch swings. She would take me in her arms and hug me. Touching my cheek with her tears as she passed, with a penny's worth of sawdust in her hair. Among the memories of wood shavings on the floor. Now she is in heaven with "the carpenter's son."