she had me add to the list of things i want when she dies
she said i had too little, not enough of value
but she has been the value
and her things, these things that may be worth thousands,
will not hug me
will not be excited to see me when i visit
and i cannot love a thing the way i love my mother.
Blast it. What I was also going to say was that there is such a universe of emotion, story and life in just these short, beautifully versed stanzas. There has been so much depth to this February series, even more than usual. Wow and wow again. Well done.
