A Visit From Mother
My mother comes to visit me
I always look forward to what will be.
Leaves of red and brown, as it is fall
Her presence here makes me feel small.
I know she loves me, for that is true
“I’ve come to have a talk with you.”
She tells me dad is doing well,
I know she’s happy, I can tell.
She then asks me how I have been
I respond to her with a wide grin.
She talks about my uncle too,
“He always says he misses you.”
She says that she’s been working hard
Taking care of the house, and also the yard.
Silence echoes as leaves fall from the sky
Now it is time to say goodbye.
I call out to her and ask for her to stay
But she lays flowers on my grave and walks away.
Copyright © Louis Nathaniel | Year Posted 2014
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