Happy Birthday

MOM

I think of you
when the phone rings
or I’ve turned out
the light
I hear your voice
in my head
ringing in my ears
I answer the phone
I answer the night
and I think of you
wondering whether
you’re really all right
there in white robes
playing violin
on a cloud
laughing with your friends
the ones who filled your
life with music
before we invaded
seven deadly sins
mortal wounds
un-healable, unhealed
I think of you
see you young
and smiling
nineteen-forties beauty
with music at your
fingertips
red hair curling
and friends
all of you there now
free and me here
thinking of you
being of you
remind me to smile

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