so i have to be honest…
i missed friday and saturday, not because i was lazy, but because i was stuck. stuck in a moment. a memory. a missing-ness. after that post about the first reader i got my mom, and how much i miss her, stuck in my head.
i did write, but i didn’t post. i wrote a poem and, well, i think i should share it. i think feedback would be helpful. my mom always wanted to see my writing in print. i’ve been thinking about that a great deal. i owe it to her, my first reader. so i now have a mission: to try to send a poem out each week.
so here it is, let me know what you think…
You are not home
You are not home.
Still I call,
breath held in anticipation.
I do not expect you to answer, yet
I steel myself to hear your voice.
encapsulated on the answering
machine I bought you.
An eternal smile in your tone
as you confidently promise
to call me back.
A promise that will remain broken
as I have been for the last 8 years.
Still there is this moment, a time capsule
of one of your last good days.
On my bad days I call, eyes closed,
body still and breath held —
for those 30 wonderful seconds
I am home.
© L. Conquet