Mama's Visit
Lois Greene Stone  


You came.  Tears fell as
we fondled one another.
Somehow, sustaining conversation
became a chore after a
week.  Togetherness voided
privacy.  Squeezing in
responsibilities, I realized
I was not on vacation;
only you were.  Relieved to
return to my personal
pattern, I watched your
plane depart.  Then cried.