Mom

Giving you up is the hardest,
even after walking those
finely trimmed sidewalks absent of voice,
and long minutes spent staring
at barren hands unable to touch.
Each path home still plunges me straight to you.
Eager. Hurried. Always
missing you is what remains
and this stone
offers your name
but never your forgiveness.

 

 

 

 

 

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