Memory of Momby Lisa Reynolds
I'm sitting here, drinking coffee.
Mom's cup is on the kitchen table beside me; her instant Maxwell House Coffee on the counter.
She loved that brand; black with two heaping scoops of sugar.
Every morning, I would make her a cup the moment I heard her moving around.
She'd come down just as it started to cool, tell me it was perfect, then sit on an ottoman in front of the patio door and watch the birds.
The Doves stay throughout the winter. The little Jerichos too, dashing about.
Mom would point and say, "They're at it again" and I'd look over and see black and white feathers on bare branches.
I'm sitting here, waiting to hear her but the only sound is the hum of the furnace as heat rises through the vents.
No Mom. Just me.
Feeling very sad.
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Lisa Reynolds is a Canadian writer of poetry and short stories, living in a small community east of Toronto, Ontario. Her works are published in print and online.
"Memory of Mom" is a reflective poem written about her mom, Joan who passed away on February 21, 2021.