marie

she sighs alot
on the phone,
my mother, and i
can feel her
in the kitchen
stirring not
only something
in a pot, but
everyone else too
who's on speed
dial. she's a
trouble maker,
no doubt. but
there is no
lack of love,
in either direction.
the wounds heal,
the memories scar
over and are soon
forgotten. it's
all about now,
these moments.
at eighty two,
she needs that.