A calendar,
brings to consciousness.

A song,
reminds my heart.

An action,
reflects her love.

A response,
brings a burst of tears.

I remember,
the feel of her hands,
on my childhood back.

I remember the joy,
and the love that enveloped me.

I remember,
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.