For a bacon sandwich
But I did not realize
Until I ate the last strip
Of thick pork
That what I was really craving
Was a moment,
A memory of my Mimi.
And 'tho my stomach filled,
My heart remains empty
Longing for one more day,
Another meal together
One last chance to ask her
About the origin of
The little wooden rocking chair
That she gave me.
If only I could send her
A picture and a note
Then await her handwritten reply --
A comment on the weather
Her most recent favorite meal,
And how cute my kittens are
Sitting on the embroidered blue seat
Of her miniature rocker.
But that post will never arrive
Because her memory
Will linger longer than
The smell of bacon
Hanging in the springtime air
And more moments will come
That remind me of my Mimi
And her love.
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