Not a single day Has gone by Without me thinking of you. Not always consciously, Not always clearly, […]
Mom
Its so strange to think
That you’re not there
In that little house on Salem Avenue
Sitting on the couch
Quietly reading fantasy novels on your Kindle
While Dad watches NCIS,
As if you’d always been there
And always would,
While I sit here across the mountains
Hunched over a notebook
Writing til my hand cramps
Trying to make sense of it all.
For Karen S. Leys (1952-2018) And then You were gone. A spark of anger That I missed the […]