Our last Mother’s Day together
you bought me a hammock.
I remember your excitement
as I opened it and my
anticipation as you
gleefully put it together.
We all tried it out of course,
each of us one at a time,
gently swinging in the breeze
under the warmth of the sun.
Later we both got in together
Your sister snapped our picture.
A year passed and another
Mother’s Day arrived.
The hammock still sat in the yard.
The photograph of the
two of us swinging together
still hanging on our fridge.
This year and every year after,
I climb in the hammock alone.
Sometimes……I feel you next to me.
Deb Kosmer 2012