Thank you... it's one of many poems I wrote about my mother's passing away.

Thank you!

Why Go Home



The empty house
and corner bedroom
where she sewed
made crafts
and read books
while her son
played outside
all before the cancer
and now
no one living there
remembers her name.

White and Faultless



God put glass in those windows
but dusted the panes
so the light is scattered
making the day outside
seem white and faultless.
There is something brilliant
trying to etch itself on my mind
so I lay back hoping it will
resolve itself into something
perfect I can write down
and interpret as being
about love and how there is
hope hiding in the fear
which passes like a cloud
across the window panes
and I realize the itch
is all about getting to the
other side of the fear
where once you make it
it all begins to look small
distant and still moving away.

For Goodwill



You fill boxes for Goodwill
with her clothes
that are still in good shape
clothes other can use
now that she's gone
maybe for a job interview
or a first date
and you almost smile
through your tears
as you imagine her
straightening the collar
of a favorite blouse
a woman just bought
so she'll look nice in church
your mother smiling with pride
at the end result
and you realize why
she idolized people like
Mother Theresa
and others like her
who always gave
when others needed
whose hands
fervently pushed the money
into resisting hands
sometimes too proud to accept it
even though it would help
and you can only hope
as an adult now
boxing her things up
that you have at least
half a heart
as good as hers.

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