MOTHER II

Like a photograph
Dated more then
Fifty years
With fuzzy features and
Wrinkled, faded edges,
She remembers,

A laugh that began
Deep in her throat
Rolling slowly through the
Caverns and confinement
Finally to spill and
Drown out a
Seven-year-old existence,

How she would walk out
Of her room
And standing at the
Top of the stairs
Speak vacantly
Into the darkness
I love you.