As she wrings her hands
she gives me details
that I don’t need,
“The one your father used to wear”
I know.
But I don’t say a word
because I love to hear
the sound of her voice.
Again – the story
of the time when…
and I realize
her voice is all I know
not the words
anymore.
“You’re getting fat,”
she catches me off guard
and I smile,
knowing she means
MARRIAGE AGREES WITH YOU, SON.
“Yeah, I know – mom.”
and she smiles.
Makes me promise to visit
sooner next time
and I pray as I leave
next time will come.