Drabbles

My Mother

Her teacup cooled on the table, waiting.
Near elbow, her phone was full.
She watched up the old driveway,
hopeful of a visit or a call.

Time had passed slowly this way.
Unchecked, lonely she might forever be.
But hope and prayer were answered,
so that a change she’d see...

Backing down her driveway,
a truck arrived with her daughter’s smile
Collecting up her possessions,
to live with her for a while.

It was hard to leave the familiar,
but being close to family won.
No longer to reflect but make new memories,
and next summer, she’ll visit her son.


W/C 100