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the end of a week and
i don’t even mind
the rail when
riding means
a tide of
giggling teenagers
so…who cares
not i….i think as
my one brain cell
slides dismally
around in the
vacant space…
(did i say that)
between my ears
wind blows and rain
hits & then runs
down the glass of
the rail windows
but i don’t
notice
as businesses stream
by because i
just want to get
home and feel nothing
but relief but
when it comes
i think of you &
our phone calls
the phone
silent now these
past five years
when idle chit-chat
meant a kind of
reprieve, relax…ing
into now so i could
hold ON to you
only a telephone cord
away & now…even a
telephone cannot
bring you close with
your voice so
like mine as if
i practiced daily to
play it back from
a treasured tape
but instead of
waiting for the
phone to ring
i close my eyes
hold my hand
atop my chest &
feel you there
beating quietly
inside me and
i am home
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
Renee, this is sad but beautiful at the same time…. Glad its the end of the week and your journey home… Wish that the comfort of that someone special was there to greet you.. But like all our treasures we keep them safely locked within our hearts… and home is where the heart lies…
Love to you dear Renee… and I hope you enjoy a relaxing weekend
~Hugs Sue
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Thanks Sue! Talking again about mom. In the last years of her life when she got so very ill I would come home everyday and call her on the phone. She is one of my angels now and never far away.
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This is beautiful, and of course I understand. Just wish you weren’t (and I won’t) still be feeling this way after five years. I know now that life for me will never be the same. I am on a new path in a different forest.
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Grief knows no time and although, I really do not grieve as I did the first year, I do miss her so it is different than before. I will always miss her but grieving…I am not doing that. I, too, am doing so many new things. This blog, for instance, would not have happened while mother was here but now it is…I think she would like that I am writing. I also do more of the things I love, my art for one. I am sure you will find more time in which to find those things that are meaningful to you and then you will take flight. Take care.
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amazing! just amazing!
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Thanks Trisha! I had a rough day at work and came home and thought of how I use to call mom and cannot now she’s gone so wrote this down. Glad to see you are doing alright.
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nice…what a gentle homecoming…really a felt read…the desire for home at the end of the week itself…i feel it…ha…..tomorrow is another firday…thank goodness…smiles.
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I can relate to the wanting to be home after the end of a long work week. A lot of emotion in this one…the missing being able to call a loved one is tough. I like how you ended this…very touching.
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