How calming to speak with her still,
how heart full,
wide-ranging, lots of laughing,
though words get lost
and threads of conversation sometimes.
To be on the other end of the line
talking, how ordinary.
And sometime looking back
the second gift…remembering.
To see my life, my work
through her generous eyes
the unfailing encouragement,
her unflagging support.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine