Thursday, January 30, 2014

it's always sunday

your mother could
find everything.
no matter how hard
you searched and tried
to find
that one glove
or boot, or book
or hat, turning
up nothing, she knew
exactly where it
was. so it's painful
now, to ask
her if she knows
what day it is,
having her always
come up with
the same day.
sunday, because
you are there.

1 comment:

Sara Leigh said...

Nicely done. I know the feeling.