I have found them
You have sent them
When I’ve been sad and when I’ve wanted to share joy
Before most trips
except those that I got in the middle or at the end
I’ve asked for them and been surprised by them
Always in awe of them
In Catalina when I begged please
In Tucson when I said no more
When I said you couldn’t be here
There you were
At work on my saddest days
And on my morning walks
In a crowded church
And a dirty parking lot
In a rented beach house
And a wind swept trail on a cliff
As the ocean roared below
Always when I’m on the phone with your dad
Then there was that one time at the end of the day, alone in my room, crying from the pain of missing you, wishing out loud for you, knowing it was too late. There in a place I look every night and every morning, where one had never been before, waiting for me.
I’m here momma.
