by Mari Trimble

Created on: February 08, 2009   Last Updated: February 12, 2009

Missing Mom

My hands are too tall to effortlessly slide into her petite gray gloves

I knew they would be

But I try regardless and like a dead end street my long fingers halt

way too soon with no where to turn around

So, I back out slowly feeling the waves of where her essence had been

And, in my heart, a scatter like dandelions exploding

fling from the pods of my Soul as my skin traces the outline of her vibration

Quiet and vacant save for the compelling melody of love that sings within me

and soothes my lonely heart

I knew it would

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