Your absence unfurls like a dark
flag, rippling in the hollow air.
No card to write your name, no
gift to press gently into your
age-lined hands. Instead, an ache
sits low, steady, dull, in the
cavity where you laughed, scolded,
taught me how to live within
a world that forgets to pause
for grief. Mother\'s Day feels
like a field of empty chairs,
rows of silence where your voice
once stood tall. Happy heavenly
Mother\'s Day, I whisper to the
ceiling, to the cracks in the
dry earth. I miss you, Mom.