With frothy bubbles and jasmine oil,
I drew you a bath in my heart,
Arranged a tea tray and candles
Adding fresh lemon water for that spa-feel,
Cued up Nina Simone and put a quiet spell on you.
I slipped away too until I heard that booming oasis of laughter
That was yours but also mine, alchemized.
The chorus was so clear, us together in a ripe fit of wild joy
I thought you’d returned for a visit
Instead of me daydreaming about wished-for moments
Another reason to chuckle, though, because you would remember
That my head was always at home in the clouds,
Circling possibilities, imagining better.
Then, from the living side, I read you this poem
And reverently murmured your name three times
The only one I ever called you
Mom, mom, mom.