my mother's diary

after

my mother died i found

her diary

tucked

inside a basket full

of yarn

and knitting needles.

it took me about

two

seconds to decide to open

it and read

it from top to bottom.

almost on

every page she writes

that her

kids are driving her crazy.

they never visit me

enough,

or remember to call.

she talks about her second

husband of 45 years.

referring to him

as Hitler.

but there's some good stuff

in there as well.

how her garden is growing,

how she hid

the cheese cake

she made all for herself,

on the lower shelf behind

the tuna casserole.

she put a star

on the date of when she

completed a puzzle.

and another when her favorite

football team

beat the Eagles.