Miss you Mom

6:15. Time to call MOM.
8:00 Damn I missed it. Wonder if she is up.
7:00 I’m sure she is eating but I’ll call anyway.
My sister calls at 7:15 in the morning. My brother calls twice a day- usually during a break or Phillies or Eagles game.
We call to check up. To check in. To take her pulse. To unload.
So for 10 days she is unreachable. And my brother and I go crazy. We even call each other. But it is not the same.

All these months I have thought I’ve been calling for her sake. Turns out I have been calling for my sake. I miss you MOM. Come home already!

More circles. Just not sure when to stop. Have decided to resurrect the last set into a new piece.