Without Mother
I wander in the house.
Scared to see if shes not there.
I bang on walls.
I sob and feel anxious in my heart.
I think i can smell her but im not sure.
Maybe im worried or just insecure.
I check the chair she sits upon.
Only to see a cast of her shadow shes not there.
Shes gone.
To the back door and push not tap.
Usually shes there on the phone on the steps talking .
But i dont see her so i turn around and my pace begins to slow down.
Im I exagerriting of something i have not found.
She is my air my peace my whole.
She is creation of the clay that she mold.
In my hand lay a paper that i need to show her,
Where is she im worried and im feeling colder.
I hear a sound and a door opens sweety are you here.
I ran to the store to get us some drinks.
I look and smile she replys with a wink.
I look at the paper and place it in her hand.
She looks at it and reads aloud a poem i wrote while i was sitting still on a
couch writing about a daughter,
Whos mother she could never do without.
Copyright © Tabatha Throne | Year Posted 2006
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