A day without my mother
Would begin at noon,
As she wouldn’t be there
To nag or drag me out of bed any earlier.
A day without my mother
Would feed me 1 piece of toast
With 1 chunk of butter
Or cinnamon toast crunch
Or both, for that matter.
A day without my mother
Would send lonely texts to no one saying,
“Heading home,” or
“Do we need milk?” or
“There’s a really good song on the radio
so I’m gonna take a couple spins around the block until it’s over.
Don’t panic if I’m not home at exactly 6:27.”
A day without my mother would hardly be worth jotting down at all.