Orphan
My mother died on August 13, 2010. How can she be gone? I reach for the phone to call her. Then I remember. The door to her apartment beneath my home opens. Then I remember…..Matt and Brit have moved in. She is not gone….she is in every part of my routine, my thoughts, my memories. Yet, my mother does not walk this earth by my side as she did for my 47 years. 47 years plus that 9 months when she was totally mine and I hers. I went to her grave with grass seed, but the grass is growing reminding me that she lived and moved and laughed. I am an orphan.
