An Unanswered Phone
I see the yarn and I remember
I bought it for my mother to knit
But she went to heaven in January
Her fancy never used tropical paper napkins
Are a reminder every time I open the drawer
My mother is gone. My mother is gone.
I pick up the phone for the hundredth time
To tell her something crazy that has happened
Something she will never believe, something funny.
The yarn and the napkins smile.
Remembering what I do not
As I listen to the phone ring and ring.
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