Today is my mom’s birthday.
She would have been 95.
This is how I like to remember her…
and the jar…it’s to my ear.
MUSIC OF HER LOVE
Hanging up the phone after
chatting with my mom I want
to seize our conversation and
place it in a jar one of those
twelve-sided All Fruit beauties
I save and I’ll set it on the
top shelf of my refrigerator
knowing I will take it out
later in the day. Opening the
lid I’ll nestle the rim to my ear
the sweetness of my mother’s
voice swirling inside her
lilting words a cherished
lullaby and I will carry it
to my room where the
music of her love like
postcards sent to tuck
me in on this cold drab
January night will softly
sing me to sleep.
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CAROL WEIS 