New Beginnings

It's January, and I want to clean closets. The winter gray and chill puts me in the mood. No new year resolution needed. Throw it away. Clutter be gone. I'm also organizing my computer, and how about a blog? Here's a poem I wrote a few months ago while dust bunnies gathered and played at the corner of this page.

My Mother's Laugh

Something was said,

Something funny.

I heard mom laugh.

A sweet sound, so clear

I wanted to turn,

to see her,

but that laugh--it was ME.

What was funny?

I can't recall.

I heard mom laugh.

So clear, a sweet memory

I wanted to turn,

to see her,

but she's been gone for years.