Mom


I remember a time

Things were right with the world

The morning sun, a soft filter

In the distance, I hear,

My mom singing with Carly

Clouds in their coffee

Pancakes on the griddle

There's a gas shortage

A Cold War I know nothing about

But my mom is happy

She can steal these moments

For herself

But she doesn't know

I'm singing with her too

Lying in bed

Planting a seed of memory

I will need one day