A Sonnet To Mom

Mom, I only talk with you by cell phone. Our voices through the miles of air waves go. You moved to an apartment. On your own, you manage, though less spry than years ago. I think about the times you read to me, instilling love for fiction in my heart. We didn't have a car, so through our city we'd walk to places like the super mart. Today I exercise, and that's for YOU! You cooked and cleaned for us. Without a doubt, you cheered us on in all we tried to do. And how we loved your tales we laughed about! Your heart, like Time, ticks on, yet Time can't steal our memories - before life got so real! This poem written for the “Who Do You Think I Am” Contest of Richard Lamoureux after I read his thoughtful poem “Before and Beyond the Bed,” which he also dedicated to a mutual friend, Armand. The lines from his poem that resonated with me were these: "What I miss most Yes most of all is laughter Playful exchanges - Those times no one else existed the moments when we were the best of us before life became real" Check out Richard's entire poem here: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/before_and_beyond_the_bed_653986