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.