they say …
you cant take it with you
but you took so many little jewels
when you left -
your smile
your pure, unqualified love
your creativity and expression
your engaging mind
your encouragement, your empathy
your extraordinary patience …
but what I miss the most is
your exceedingly unlimited kindness
and … our talks -
about anything and nothing
and everything …
there was ne’er a doubt my heart was yours
and yours, of course, was mine
the truly ironic thing is
that we conversed SO much -
for many hours on end
when not a single, solitary word …
was ever needed.
oh, how I miss you, Mom
like a clown …
misses tears.
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