Mom

I miss you on days when

I see mothers and daughters

Sharing shopping or conversations

Over lunches of hot fudge sundaes.

I miss you on days when

It's cold and I put on your sweater

Or pull out a piece of your jewelry.

I miss you on days when

I crave chocolate

While watching Jeopardy or Millionaire.

I miss you on days when

I sit with my feet tucked under me

And read a good mystery

Or look out the window

And enjoy the cardinal's song.

I miss you on days when

I look in the mirror

And see my face aging into yours.

In other words

I always miss you.