My Late Mom

Her face is tilted She just silently stare at me She doesn’t talk to me no more Her smiles not as reassuring as I remember “Talk to me”, I whispered Nothing! Just more stares I smiled and turned her around, She didn’t giggle I set her down and start making funny faces She just keeps staring Her beautiful oval face, black hair and powerful lips still a work of nature Her face still in that same position it had always been Why won’t you talk to me? I have a lot happening in my life you need to know I need your guidance ’cause I’m afraid, afraid I’m no longer that innocent child you once knew; one who hardly got angry You was always here but for some time now, you’ve quietly slipped away Tired of gesticulating and perambulating, I took the large frame and hung it back on the wall where she had always been Maybe one day, she will finally speak to her daughter again!