Mom, by Carmen McKnight
I want to tell you something, mom,
I want to call your phone.
My little boy tomorrow
Will turn into a man.
He’s grown, can you believe it?
I thought one day you’d meet him
But now that’ll never happen
At least not on this earth.
I can’t believe you’re gone now
I can’t accept the void
I long for your advise now
The one I used to ignore.
I long to hear your voice
And tell you of my latest choice
Of dinners cooked, furniture moved
And how I got my kidney stone removed.
How will the goal inside
Be ever filled again?
How will my broken heart
Be filled with warmth, not pain?
I want to tell you something mom.