Mother’s Day


I walked by and grabbed the phone.
Just habit on this day.
Then stopped and set it down,
Remembering there wasn’t anything to say.

Several years now passed
With conversations faded and gray.
What once was said, must hold its own,
Blank spaces now appearing for what was mother’s day.


Forsythia blooming in the unusual warmth May 11th 2014
Anchorage, Alaska

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