Mom's been gone almost 7 years. today is her birhtday , she would have been 81.

2:54 A.M.

The phone rings.

My Brothers voice, so many miles away,

Tells me our mother has passed.

There will be no rest.

I step out my front door,

Last night’s coffee, bitter in my cup.

Trees stand in black silhouette

Against the purple and fuchsia streaked sky.

Memories of having coffee

with Mom flow through my mind.

My hand trembles

As I realize,

We are sharing one last cup.