her sunday phone calls

i miss my

mother's stew, her soups,

her 

fried chicken

and mashed

potatoes.

i miss her desserts.

two layer cakes,

pies,

and muffins,

donuts fried and covered

in cinnamon.

i miss her

turkey coming out of the oven

on thanksgiving day.

the bowl of pasta.

the meatballs,

the gravy.

i miss all of that, but most

of all, i miss her,

and her sunday calls

to just say hey.