Louise Marie DelSanto
Mothers Day/Phone Mother - Poem by Louise Marie DelSanto
A phonecall. A faraway voice, but not. A five minute drive, I know.
I hear my mother telling me she is going out Mother's Day
I won't be home and don't bother sending roses, she tells me
The sky before a storm. Flowers blooming and the sky profusely clouded
A phone mother, I call her. an ATM machine, a check-out counter,
a voice by a fast food box, a recorded message, a random thought
I am here and I am the daugher in a poem. A few words and I can
step away from what I write. I can erase the last line of a composition.
I can walk with my imagination, fly to a new destination in my mind,
pretend I am dining with the mother of all mothers on her day,
but I cannot remove the word mother from my heart.
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