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Catching Up
Though she died one day shy of two weeks ago, My mother keeps compelling me to phone her, Drive over to see her, at her home, Acquaint her with everything I've been doing, That I might sate her curiosity, Involve her in life outside the confines of her bedroom.
Repeatedly, my inclination is to call her, Assuage my insistent need to hear her voice, As if one-day-shy-of-two-weeks-ago hadn't elapsed And she and I weren't at such a distance, Rather eye to eye. Tomorrow, for the first time since her interment, We're going to get together, Catch up on each other's worlds, lives.
10/22/11 - (2)
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