There Is No Home Now
A lion of a headache I have.
It hurts to think for this is Thursday
The morning I always call my mother
Her voice lifts me
Her attitude is delightful
She is carefree and fun
People all agree she is hilarious
The headache is an awakening
A reminder that I can never return home
There is no home now
For Mother is gone
She departed eight days ago
To go to her heavenly reward.
I have no doubt about that.
She was the most spiritual woman I ever met.
I am homesick for my mother now
Knowing she has traveled beyond the realm
Thursdays are bitter now
This is my second one without her
My headache reminds me.
This is the morning I used to call my mother.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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