A Good Son -- Miller Williams

(Poem #210)A Good Son He called home every once in a while to tell his mother, just so he could imagine how she would smile, something or other about a girlfriend or work or a new movie he might have seen, whatever was right. He lied some, but mostly he stayed between fantasy and fact. He was a good son. He loved his mother a lot and knew what she needed-- to live through him whether he lived or not. -- Miller Williams