I miss you, my mother

by Janine Phillips
 

I miss you, my mother
within the cool cocoon of sheets
wrapped ‘round my body
sunrise whispering through the window
silence surrounds me
and i listen to the echo of remorse
in my heart.
mother the raggedy anns are past their prime
and blueberries are ripe for picking
but since you’ve been gone
the garden doesn’t grow
and poetry ceased to be
almost non-existent.
things clutter my life and I’d pull you close
but the pie chest doesn’t have arms
to hug me.
wind chimes – like your laughter –
sing outside my window.
sometimes they make me cry.
my maple grows tall
and i remember yours
when it was just … this … big.
I see you in the sunrise
i hear you in the wind
but you’re gone.
and i miss you,
my mother.