poetry by j matthew waters

how I miss her so

she told me I needed to go do
something before dinner
so I went to my room and prayed

she was my mother and
of course there was no room
but regardless I left the
premises and prayed

along the way I found interesting
things to pick up
but each piece I brought home
served no purpose

you should stick with praying
she said

and so I agreed

july two thousand seventeen
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7 thoughts on “how I miss her so

  1. Plum on said:

    I miss my mother too, even though she’s sitting in the room with me now. I miss all the versions of her I’ve lost — especially the ones that let me be the little girl. But for today, at least, I’m the caretaker and gentle mother.

  2. my mother has left in her own way…

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