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May 2 (Mother's Day)
by Meghan HelmichI bought you some flowers
for giving birth to me
and sending me money
because my paycheck is never enough.
I added a balloon, too.
You said adding aspirin to the water
helps to preserve flowers
and Christmas trees.
I would slide through the gifts
to drop the pill into the water
and come out with needles in my hair.
Now it keeps your blood thin,
and the flowers wilt in the heat.
I worry about the day I will get a call
from your phone
but it won't be you.
I will call every day
to hear your voicemail message. 05/03/2012 Posted on 05/03/2012
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/03/12 at 07:47 PM Oh how I remember the call from my brother telling my father had died. He was 54 and I was 22. It was a shock. Nice write lady!! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/04/12 at 03:54 AM Yes, I relate so well to this thinking of my mom. As to the voice mail message, my sister-in-law left my brother's voice on the message machine for at least a year after his death. I loved listening to him. How utterly odd and now I miss even that. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/04/12 at 04:34 PM This month is already picking up some beautiful momentum. This could be a memoir. It definitely leaves me greedy for more. |
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