Remember how you always announced
“We’ve arrived!” when the front
bumper tapped the wall at the rear
of the carport? Years later, if you forgot
either tap or announcement, we protested
“How do we know we’re home?”
Go ahead, Mom; pull in all the way.
When you tap the wall, we’ll know
you have made it safely home.
I really enjoyed this poem, and how it addresses both Mom and the reader at the end
Nice memory! Thanks for sharing.
I can feel the wish to keep things as they always were.
This speaks powerfully about the meaning of small rituals and the grief of seeing them fade into the past; this is both happy and sad.