Phone Call 9/11

It was the last phone call I’d ever receive from Mom, 
the one on that clear, burning-blue-sky morning in the Virginia mountains,
the same sky that looked down on buildings ablaze in Manhattan. 

“Something is happening in New York. Turn on your TV.”
She lived several more years in the assisted-care center
where over countless lunches I’d listen to her memories,
but about what took place that day she had no words.