A poem for you, Mom, on Mother’s Day 2014
after Sandra Cisneros’ “Abuelito Who”
Mom who is far away
and wants me to call everyday
who is pain and worry and naps at noon
whose hair has gone gray
who tells me visit soon
who moves furniture around the room
who is hungry
is chocolate cake
is hamburger and fries
is full of sighs
who tells me never lie
who says question what you believe
who will never, ever leave.
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