Too Near To See
Mother thought me gone.
She wrote cryptic notes
left them in the mailbox unaddressed.
Occasionally she thought me dead
or travelling in a dangerous land
being held hostage by hostile tribesmen.
Eventually she gave up
yet I was always near
laying on my bed next to her room.
She never did discover my vicinity,
my close proximity.
When she died
- I travelled.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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