Unending grief

Unending grief

If I were to be diagnosed with cancer or some other life threatening illness,

I couldn’t call my mother to tell her like they often do in movies and otherwise.

I would look through my phone and there would be no caller ID for mom,

just a list of names that matter less than speed dialing one’s mother.

I cried myself into a migraine because she isn’t here,

and I can’t seem to fill the empty well inside my heart.

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