A Mother

I forget
how my friends

will still have
their mothers.

They visit
or even talk

from a distance
still here.

There is so
much technology

too.
I imagine

catching the train
or airplane

or even driving –
though I am not sure

why there
must be a

journey: it
just seems

there is somewhere
to travel to meet.

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