I needed company tonight,
though you could only call.
I’ll cry myself to sleep this night.
Again I miss my mom.
Around in thought,
but she seems gone,
long, like a fade route, sideline bomb.
It’s bad of me to think this way.
At least it feels wrong.
I know inside she thinks of me,
she thinks it’s been too long,
since I gave my mom a hug,
since she made me feel loved,
since she held me in her arms,
rocked me back and forth,
said everything will be okay,
calmed me down and tucked me in,
kissed me on the forehead,
touched my little chin,
told me not to let the bed bugs bite,
not to let the dark cause fright,
smiled from the bedroom door,
as she turned out the light,
since my mother smiled dearly at me,
since I’ve felt her heavenly delight,
since my brother, and my sisters,
my mother, and I,
where together in a room at once,
laughing like it wasn’t done.
I wish my mom could be here now
To give her lonely son a hug.