Sometimes She Waits
Sometimes she waits for me
like when I was little and my feet so small
she'd stop to hold my hand as we
crossed the street
Sometimes she waits for me
like when I was in the 5th grade
and she wanted to watch me walk
from the bus stop in my Easter Egg costume
Sometimes she waits for me
like when I was in high school
and I stayed at the park with my
boyfriend until dark
Sometimes she waits for me
like before my wedding
so we could get a special photo
of the two of us
Sometimes she waits for me
like when we were at Target
and she became frightened and called
my name over and over
Sometimes she waits for me
like when her heart rate lowered gradually
until I came back into the room --
then it plummeted to 0
It may be wishful thinking
but now when I visit her grave
I still get the feeling that
sometimes my mother waits for me.