On the Sidewalk

September 12, 2008
By Jackie Katz, New York, NY

When I’m on the sidewalk and look down at my feet,
Ordinary people see trash and concrete.
I see the feet of others walk by me.
I see the feet of my mother walking right beside me.
Her feet walking left, then right.
I remember those New Balance sneakers, size 6 and a half—am I right?
Her jeans the perfect length, just touching her ankles
So perfect, so beautiful, so beautiful.
So if I see her crystal clear,
I see her right there, right here!
Next to me, holding my hand
This feeling, this wonderful feeling, so grand
Wait, was she here just now and gone just then?
Where did she go?
Walked right through thin air?
Is this possible? No, stop, don’t go! You can’t!
I swear, I’m not crazy, she was really there!
Just a second ago, I swear.

The author's comments:
Dedicated to my mother, who passed away almost 8 years ago.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Jan. 10 2009 at 3:05 pm
Wow. So moving, as jriviera said. Blew me away.

jriviera said...
on Sep. 16 2008 at 1:04 pm
This is so touching, compelling, moving etc. I love how Jackie K conveys how something as simple as walking on the sidewalk can also be so sad when you have gone through such a tragedy as she. She must be so strong.


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