I hear your voice on the other end of
my phone and my mind celebrates with trumpets.
Just those two small words, Hi Mom,
and my heart beats stronger
the surprise lighten
the timbre of my voice
because you are calling me, yes ME
and I didn’t even ask you to.
Your simple gesture
is enough to change my day,
as a party starts in my stomach
like dancing jellybeans
about to be spilled
from a swinging pinata
whose prizes are still hidden.
Nicole Farmer is a writer and teacher living in Asheville, NC. Her poems have been published in The Sheepshead Review, The Bangalore Review, The Roadrunner Review, Wild Roof Journal, Bacopa Literary Review, The Great Smokies Review, Kakalak Review, 86 Logic, Wingless Dreamer and others. Her play 50 JOBS was produced in Los Angeles. Nicole has been awarded the First Prize in Prose Poetry from the Bacopa Literary Review, which will appear in Sept. 2021. Way back in the 90’s she graduated from The Juilliard School of Drama. You can find her dancing barefoot in her driveway on the full moon at midnight.