Mom called again.
She was dying Easter eggs alone again.
Sent her love to Kane again.
Wished he was little again.
Inquired about Passover again.
"I'll just move there," she suggested again.
Updated me with her lively anecdotes again.
Asked when I was coming home again.
1 comments:
Your poem is sweetly melancholy.
Here's one...
Mom called.
Said she'd support my decisions...always.
Said she'd do her best to protect me...always.
Said she'd keep me in line...always.
Said she'd be brutally honest with me...always.
Said she'd love me...always.
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