I once called this room
Sadness 
Grief
Longing
Despair

As I walk 
through the door today
I breathe deep my mother’s perfume
I feel her hand on mine

~ Robin J Phillips  September. 22, 2020

Mom’s Old Room

For a year now, I’ve worked and read and thought
And started my mornings 
While lying in the bed next to where my mother
Spent her final days. 
My sweet dog and I 
get up early and slip into Mom’s old room 
With a cup of coffee and a burning
Desire for peace

~ Robin J Phillips  August 11, 2020