MOTHERS' DAY, 1985

I wanted to take you shopping...
go for a ride, and then,
come home and have a cup of tea,
and next week, go again.

But this will never be, and
Instead, I just remember.
I go alone about my life
- my heart feels like a cold December.

My mom died in October of 84
I wrote this in May of 85 - probably around Mother's Day

©Copyright May 1953 by Christina