Mom, by Carmen McKnight

Photo by Carmen McKnight from Pexels

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.

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