the other side of the family

i don't hear

from

the other side

of the family these days,

not a word.

not a call,

or text,

sisters or brothers.

pretty much nothing

since my

mother died.

it's silence

from the

Maryland side.

i imagine

they're eating crabs

this time

of year

at Robertson's

crab house,

down the road off Indian

head highway.

drinking beer and wine

under sunny skies,

good times.