i phoned my wife. the report was not good.
in fact, it was the worst possible news a child can hear.
words so far away into the future
we foolishly assume they will never be delivered
but, fate …
never forgets appointments.
“gary, your mom died”
(a forty-year train ride)
into and outside
a hearth of misery, despair, confusion, and
the over-all unthinkable.
our home
the sanctuary of young lovers-
eight months into a vow of forever.
second only to the warmth of my wife’s arms
now a map-less terrain
of agony.
a beautiful french face
(almost always smiling)
now drowning.
“what do we do? “
she managed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
many yrs ago,
a psychic insisted i had the gift of mediuamship
politely i did not laugh.
still, the joke was on me.
moments later
on the roof
in the deepest
of meditation
mother came to me
she
explained it all.
why she had to leave,
why now and…what would come
“forgive everybody for every little thing: she said.
“forgive everyone. that is all i can tell you for now son.
i love you gary. your life will be a good one”.
from that day until
this second
her voice
&
her love
have been
with me
every
moment
