poetry

Mom, leaving

Mom, leaving

it’s only after she disappears
beyond the departures curve
that I realize
we forgot parting photos
just like her water bottle
still chilling in our fridge
where I promised (and failed)
to remind her to look for it

somehow despite all my
absentmindedness
attending to other plans
not being fully there
she still seems to feel
I’m a good daughter

on this trip she brought
a bit of evidence to reassure us both
a note I wrote when I was 8
apologizing for the indifference
of some unimpressed Brownies
letting her know I see her effort
thanking her for all she gives
and promising I will always
love her louvers

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