After All These Years

After All These Years

so many years gone.
you’re but a memory;
a shadow;
a crack in my soul.

you once called me your angel.
do you think of me at all?

i am alive, not yet a memory;
but one day i’ll visit you
as a warm recollection;
a fluttering;
a sudden clutching;
a folding inward.

can you summon up
the contours of my face,
the warmth of my eyes,
the feel of my hand on your shoulder?

remember me,
think of me,
feel my love.

please don’t forsake me;
i am
your mother