Call Your Mother

Tears fall on the keyboard as I lean forward to get a better look.
Squinting and frustrated, I finally make it larger.
I desperately want to see the memory,
It’s the face that shaped me.

 

“My youngest wearing glasses, maybe you’ll see your way to call me.”
“Mom, I’m sorry, but when I don’t call I feel guilty. Then I don't call."
“So, I should just call my son, right?"
“Yes, I would love to talk to you.”
“But when I call and ask questions you seem to be busy.”
“Well… only, when I am busy.”
“Oh, okay. Let me know, because when you’re not busy, I’ll just stick my foot up your ass.”

I miss my mother. She was very funny.