My mom is dying, going to need an ear.

[Brian37]

March 1rst Marmalade, By Brian37

A year out,
How to honor
To the breakfast place
I went this morning

She'd have her standard
Two eggs, over easy
Ask for an empty side plate
She loved the yellow not the white

She'd cut out the whites
And use her toast
To sponge it up the yellow
She loved the most

Two pieces of bacon
To complement
But she'd always hunt down
That marmalade 

If it was not there
In the rack
To another table
I'd hunt and bring it back

So today
To honor her
I went there and ordered
My usual gyro 

To remember
Her playful nature
Table top football
Waiting to make our order

It had been 
Almost a year
Since her death
Since I had been there

And to my surprise 
My waitress remembered
My order
And table top football

What an impact
My mom did have
For such a mundane event
For a stranger to remember

Though I did not ask
I am sure she would have 
Remembered my Mom's order
Long after the fact

Magnify this
With her career 
30 years of teaching
Countless kids benefited

The marmalade haunts me
I guess it will forever
To not have her ask me
To grab from another table

And the egg whites
She did not like
I added to my gyro
Or piled on my burger

The fact that the waitress
Remembered her
Understates to me
Her impact on all others.