My Mother Sent Me
a text message
from her coffin.
It said Glad
you’re not here.
She's always doing
stuff like that. She says
it’s to help me
savor my remaining
days. But I know
it’s because I’m
the only one left
who hasn’t changed
his number.
Credit
Copyright © 2014 by Michael Meyerhofer. Used with permission of the author.
About this Poem
“‘My Mother Sent Me’ came to me as I was moving cross-country, mesmerized by the rust and gold deserts framing the highway, and thinking of all the people I’d like to share the moment with. From there, I guess it turned into a short, darkly comedic rumination on the lingering nature of grief, as well as an affirmation of the kind of mindfulness that (I hope) grief can sometimes propagate.”
—Michael Meyerhofer
Date Published
12/18/2014