Looking back
at the pictures of your mom
while we were growing up
I guess I’m struck
by how frigging hot she was.

Hair, legs,
bosom, smile…
your mom had the whole package
way back when.
I never knew.

How was it
that I failed to realize
this crucial information at the time?
What was wrong with me
that her beauty
could only be recognized by history
and not my very own eyes?

Sure, we were running around prepubescently,
but I should have seen
the sexiness in your home.
How could I have been so blind?

I’m sorry for your loss.
Please pass on my regards
to your big sister
and pass on to me
your big sister’s number.