That Day

That Day

This is the day, the day it comes:
The day that second, that brings these tears
Writes these words, takes all my strength
Repeats in this world.

This is the day I see your face,
Empty, unmoving – your face but not you.
It’s the day I let real in my heart
A burden too great, a thought too hard,
Until it comes with pained reverence
- That second


I remember the moment - it killed me too.
Took from me what I’d never know
Stole memories old and new. 
Removed my life to a place we never shared
But nothing waited, nothing cared.

The water boiled and the sun went down.
Flowers grew, watered with tears
- An incessant rain that taps on my heart
Like the sound of a clock that never stopped...
Not even for a second. That second,
This one.
Today.

Mother's Commute

Mother’s Commute

Look at me Mama!

- I’m looking at my phone

But I want you to look at me

- Stop distracting me please

Can I see? Whatcha doing?

- I said, don’t touch.

Look at me Mama!

- I just got a message

Who is it? For me?

- It’s private, don’t do that.

Can I tell you something Mama?

- I’m busy, don’t speak

Look at me Mama!

- I’m talking to someone

Can you talk to me now?

- Only when I’m done

School was fun today

- Good, now don’t move.

Do you love me Mama?

- Of course I do.

Will you look at me now?

- I see you child, but I’m busy

Ok Mama but…

- But what I’m –

I’m all grown up now.