Mom Spaghetti

A poem for my mother

Mom Spaghetti

(A place within me past) The memory of a huge pot boiling moms spaghetti and the smell of a water hose in summer.

Reincarnate me.
let me play in the sun.
I want to relive the memories.
Hold me close again dear mother.
I miss you’re smile.
I miss the days and nights spent upon you’re lap.
Rock me to sleep and I will dream of pirate treasure and let you pretend to be a monster who’s trying to eat me!
That’s the heaven I won’t.
Simply wishes with naps by the tv.
Plastic army men and a blanket fort.