brings to consciousness.
reminds my heart.
reflects her love.
brings a burst of tears.
the feel of her hands,
on my childhood back.
I remember the joy,
and the love that enveloped me.
the Ma Bell caused redness of my ear,
after long adult conversations with her.
After fourteen years,
I remember, I feel, & I can still touch her soul.
After a decade and four,
on this day so far away,
from the start, from the middle,
& from the despair & emptiness of the end…
…her presence is palpable.