Today is my Mom's Birthday anniversary. Were she not in heaven she
would be 93 today. Her twin brother, Joseph, is still alive and I must
call him today. Last year when I called him and said "Happy 92nd
Birthday, Uncle Joe" He replied, "92, 92"? "Darn, I thought I was
93". As long as he lives I feel a little part of my mom is still here.
They are so much alike in so many ways.
of her funeral program.
as I walk down the street.
She's the smell of bleach
in my freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on my brow
when I'm not feeling well.
My mother lives inside my laughter.
She's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place I came from
She's my first home.
She's the map that I follow
with every step that I take.