My mother was born on Leap Year Day
I miss her
Not all the time, only once in a while
Mostly I am glad she is dead
Terrible of me to say, I know
But she wasn’t very nice
Except toward the end when the meanness got lost
Among the wrinkles and dementia.
Right now though I want to tell her something and
Show her a funny picture and
Kiss her cheek.
For years we were both so awkward
Not good at affection
But when she got very old she started to like kisses
And I started too.