even after 14 years, it seems strange to not have a mother. . .
i thought about her so much today. i can remember her voice,
and the way she answered the phone.
i remember the time she broke her arm and made me
wash her feet before i took her to the ER. . .
i remember how she smelled and how she loved my kids and my father.
i even thought of her as we corralled the raspberries. it seemed that everything
i did today reminded me of her,
i miss you mom. . .