The day after Thanksgiving, I waited for Mom
to wake up,
boiled hot water for her favorite tea,
dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.
Around noon she swept in the living room
— adorned in purple —
announced she would stay another night and
Could we go shopping downtown?
where she touched everything, like a little girl,
bought chocolate ice cream and sweet tea,
then, back at my house, she giggled on the
phone with a friend (I took a nap) and
took us out to dinner and a movie
but she still wasn’t tired, so she
found a ‘40s dance and
partied until almost midnight
dancing with my father
under an almost-full moon.