Day number three
My mind won't let me be
Reminding me you're not at work
And you're not at home
My thoughts lurk
And it feels like you're as far away as Rome

Mom,
You're the bomb
Bringing life to a party
Woman of steel; you were so hardy

You're an angel of concrete
Took every word backed with heat
And let it bounce right off
No sly comments hidden under a cough
Could escape your ear
You would say, "Come here,"
"and tell me what you said."
Then later tuck us into bed
With a pat on our head

Mom
Do what you need to do
You're gonna make it through
When you come home
I'll see you.

- Jay M
January 29th, 2020