I miss

A Poem by e.renoldi

I wrote this a couple years ago after I finding out my parents were getting a divorce. It was very much a description of how I missed my mom physically (I was back at college) and in every other way.

I miss-
the way we could talk about anything, everything, anytime;
the hours we spent discussing life and all of its obscurities;
the times we'd go on our adventures to the beach, to restaurants no one's ever heard of;
people watching with you at the mall, wondering about their life stories;
when you would rub my head to say goodnight and good morning;
watching movies together and answering all of your questions;
playing tennis with you & cracking up at Justin hitting home runs;
laying on the fake grass, tanning & telling coal to rub his nose on you;
dancing like no one was watching to random songs in the bathroom;
when you'd listen to all my drama & give me the greatest advice;
going to random shows about lesbians & hippies , laughing because we decide to leave during intermission;
seeing your smile when I bowed for curtain call on stage;
baking cheesecake and cookies with you on those cold nights;

talking together about our dreams, the mystery of the future;
complaining with Loren and Justin about posing for your 40 second photos;
working out together at Zumba, laughing, just having fun;
screaming “Thank You For The Music” at the top of our lungs in the car on the way to LA to annoy Justin;
all the years at Knott's when you would get so scared, you’d run away and cling to strangers;

listening with Loren to you read Detectives in Togas as a bedtime story;
practicing my audition songs for you, then getting mad because you were so honest;
the times I'd tease you, not thinking you'd do something back and you would spray me with water or chase me to the door;
those scenes of us over the years, walking in random, warm, sunlit places, just talking;
being able to call you without the slightest hesitation;
being able to tell you anything on my mind without fear of judgment
seeing you as nothing else than the world's greatest mom and my best friend;
the closest thing I'll ever have to a sister
-you.