Without

a Poem by Raquel Swann

In my wildest dreams,

I’m within your reach again,

And things are as they were.

Early morning phone calls

Hissing about the future,

Lecturing about past mistakes

While I idle, wishing you

Would hang up and just

Let me be.

With you gone, Mother

I wish to listen to every word

You spoke just to hear

Your sweet voice.

As I wait for my own judgement,

A day shall come when I see

Your smile again.

In your arms for protection

As eternity passes,

And time no longer tracks us down.

A Mother’s Day without you

Feels like the Sun itself

Fell out of sky,

Pulling air and life

Out of my lungs.

How can I stand alone

Without your love?