what you see is not all that you get

you took your leave
it was time
enough suffering
just the same
ten years absence

i see your smile
i can hear your laugh
you are with me
bone of my bone
and it's good

i imagine your voice
hear you tromping overhead
while i lay in a cool dark basement
water going on then off
mother of mine

ten years past
closing in on sixty
you tried
and it was enough
more than enough

...
(tomorrow is the ten year anniversary of my mother's passing)