Sunday, April 4, 2010

Easter Sunday

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My mother called today, as I thought
about her, in the kitchen making ham
sandwiches, on white with Swiss and
mayonnaise and chips. The phone rang
to a stop. She didn't leave a message.

Later in the day, I thought about
calling my mother back, she called
again; and this used to be strange,
but, slowly, I've gotten used to it.


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2 comments:

ToddIsMe said...

So when do you talk to your mother?

Sabra Embury said...

I should probably give her a call.

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