Years have past and still you are gone,
Yet in my heart, you linger on.
My mind plays tricks: your phone is dead,
Mail got lost, your car repossessed.
You took a trip, forgot to call.
You got amnesia from a fall.
That’s not your name engraved on stone.
There must be more to you than bone.
On Mother’s Day I buy your card,
But don’t know where you really are.
I’m in heaven, I think I hear.
I’m all around you, very near.
Look closely in your mirrored eye,
For there you’ll see my soul sublime.
“I miss your hands, your laugh,” I say.
“I’d rather have you here to play.”
And just when all is doom and gloom,
A louder voice speaks in the room.
“Mom, I’m home, Happy Mother’s Day!”
And there you are…in my child’s face.