Dear Mom
by Hux Schupfer
If only she could listen to the silence,
And sit in that stillness.
Recall who she must have been
When she found comfort in the not knowing.
I would bring her back before me,
When she stood in front
Of all that nothingness
And was a part of it.
If only she could see the dreams
In the wrinkled sheets,
Instead of the bed that needs to be made.
Can I gift you the mischief
In the tears in the knees,
By taking away
The holes to patch?
Will you take time
This time
To trust that this one place
Is everywhere?
Would you believe me
If I promised you that your story
Remains unwritten,
And that all that you don’t know
Is who you really are