Writing Prompt: Imagine a person sitting in a chair across from you and have a conversation (or two).
First Imaginary Meeting with Mom:
Long ago …
You sit in a chair in our old house
then you crawl onto the floor
to sit with me on my level.
We both use the coffee table
as a rest for our elbows.
You are very young now,
the youngest memory I have of you.
Your cat’s eye glasses perch on your nose.
You smile and lean over to tweak my nose.
You mouth words I struggle to hear,
“I love you.
I did the best I could.”
Second Imaginary Meeting with Mom:
Much later …
You sit in a chair across from me
hunched and shriveled.
The effect of two strokes still visible
on your face and body.
I want to hold you, my tiny mother.
To cradle your joints
from the hard plastic chair.
To shield your eyes
from the overhead light.
To see you like this
makes my heart ache, Mommy.