Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Miss My Mother

I pick up the phone to call her
But she is not there
her phone is disconnected

I miss her laugh
Her voice inflections
I miss knowing she is where she is supposed to be

It has been five years two months and twenty-two days
Yet in a way, it seems like she passed yesterday
or maybe this morning

I miss her beef and noodles, her delicious pies
I miss the clickety clack of her knitting needles
I miss her mom smell

I miss my mother

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