I didn't want a photo
I thought I'd come back
when the sun was shining on her
and we'd capture that
not her frail hand
holding me tight
calling me back when I went to leave.
I didn't want to let go
so I rubbed your legs
until you were tucked in.
It'd been so long
since I'd had your comfort
that warmth.
I was a child
holding her hand
in her room
in the home
in the life I always wanted more of.
not knowing.
after a decade away,
that'd be our last time.
that a text would pop up
in the midst of the birthdays
thomas. mikey. mom.
that you were now gone.
grandma murphy
and a deep, cold chill has taken hold.