Watching Jeopardy with my dad and thinking about my mom. I usually visit her when I'm in town. I decided not to this time. Feeling a little guilty, but I'll be okay.
I didn't visit my mom on this trip,
I feel a little guilty about that,
but I shouldn't.
I can talk to her any time I want to
without having to drive to the graveyard
and kneel in the damp grass
at her gravestone.
I visit with her when I feel the need
to hear her voice.
Sometimes she reaches out to me
when I don't expect it.
So, no, brothers,
I didn't sit by her stone
on this trip.
Instead I sat nearby while her husband
ate, watched tv, and napped.
I walked in the crisp fall weather
and visited with her
in my head
and heart.
I hope she understood.
She was all about family
so she would want me to
be with the living.
I think.
So far, she hasn't complained.
Wait a minute,
I think she's calling to me.
Ah, she says it's okay.
She'd rather I spend time with Dad
and get outside for fresh air,
staying inside isn't healthy for me,
but be sure I don't overdo it.
Yeah, I didn't go to her grave
but we still talked.
Love you, mom.
See you later.
