post card from beyond

i get a post card from my mother.
which is strange
since she died six months ago.
how are you, it says.
miss you, hope you are well.
i love you. on
the front is a picture
of the ocean,
palm trees and white sand.
the sky is a magical azure
blue. the clouds are perfect
puffs of cotton.
the world is a glossy globe
of relaxation and peace.
i turn it back over again,
and look at what is written.
it's her hand writing.
no doubt.
finally, she's on vacation.