I miss my mom even though
it’s been nearly two decades since she died.
Time has mitigated the intense pain of the loss
but Mother’s Day is a sharp reminder of her earthly departure.
I miss her touch, her laugh, the smell of her perfume and
the way her hands enhanced every conversation.
She never cooked or gardened or scrap-booked,
but she taught me how to solve problems,
contend for big dreams, and
be kind to others.
She was my lifeline when I was discouraged and
my anchor when I was successful.
She held me close when I was small and
she let me go when I was grown.
Now that she is gone, the very presence of her absence
is a constant reminder of how much I miss my mom.