For my Mum…

 

I looked through the window,

I thought I saw you;

just a hint of a memory

that I wanted to view.

 

A past life once lived;

a deep memory pain.

I had to control myself

from calling your name.

 

Her walk was all wrong

and her hair, not the same,

but she had the same clothes

as I saw in my dream.

 

I followed behind her

and hoped to see

that it really was you

as you used to be.

 

I knew it was futile

and couldn’t be true;

you’ve been gone these six years,

it couldn’t be you.

 

© Mum 2012

Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012

 

He said he liked my shoes
sitting across from me
after he said we haven’t talked in a while.

I want to tell him everything
as I laugh at his ridiculous beard
then I tell him it’s the middle of summer.

When we make plans for tomorrow
my heart and my lips smile
then he looks sad, he forgot he has to work tomorrow.

Some other time I say
happy I got to share this moment with him
because we haven’t talked in a while.

I don’t realize how longs he stays
until he says he better be going
I smile and tell him I’ll talk to him tomorrow.

He tells me he’ll call
after he reminds me he has to go home soon
I know I may never see him again.

I hope we still talk
maybe we’ll even visit one another
for now I’ll just look at my…