Mother

written on her passing

She'd call half dozen times a day

Just asking how I was

She rarely had a thing to say,

Just needed to hear a voice.

 

Her mind had been fading

She shared the same news twice

Or even three or four times

And offered her advice

 

And though her tales of family

Changed from day to day

And never seemed to be the same

As my own memories

 

Still I took for granted

She would be there on the phone

Rarely did I think about

the hours she spent alone

 

Now she's gone and I consider

All I could have said and done

The times those calls irritated me

And times our talks were fun.

 

I get up in the mornings now

Wondering what the day will bring

And missing her and listening

For the phone that will not ring.

Reviews

[Gee]

Can totally relate to this as mum passed in April 2019. Looking back there is always more we could have done but that cannot be changed so we soldier on with the missing and memories.
Very well penned

[Samuel Dickens]

Wow. This is so very touching and true to life. You capture perfectly the way these things sometimes go. (Perhaps often go) You've got me thinking of my father who's twenty years gone. Really excellent, powerful writing.

[Grandmary]

Thank you :)