For One More Chance
Mom’s birthday was yesterday. She has been gone five months.
FOR ONE MORE CHANCE
I would endure the water boarding,
the squeeze of my hair,
for one more chance
to feel the sensation
of mom’s hands.
Even the years of frowning face,
not unhappy, just a mom
doing her utmost
to take care
and put everything in its place.
I’d do more of what she asked,
even before she asked,
given another chance at childhood.
I’d do it right away.
I’d read mom’s mind,
sit by her side,
fold all the towels,
listen more to her childhood stories,
not talk back, love
her in so many unexpected ways,
all her lovely days.
9/16/2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.