8.5.16

short thoughts on mothers day

mother wanted to sleep.
i clearly did not.

mother sang to me.
i cried and fidgeted.
colicky baby.

mother wanted to teach me.
i wanted to teach her.

mother wanted me to say yes.
i said nothing, stormed out.

mother left me a message.
in frustration, i pressed '7' immediately.
then regretted as soon as i hung up the voice mail.
i call back with smile, with smidgen guilt.

i give her advice.
i buy her iron supplements.
i gently pull her away from extra groceries,
as cart is full and so is my fridge.
she cant stop though.

what if

mother wasnt there
to tell me all the things im doing wrong
of the importance of my wacky haircuts
inquiring about my incomes
as musicians always seem to be in brink of debt
packing me way too much food
that i leave half of it in the car

what if

i think of calling her up
texting silly cartoon emoticons

and nothing came back

one day


time will flow and i will have to look inside
to find her
that she is there
may be quiet

as

always


as mothers always are
there

1 comment:

  1. it was touching, thank you for sharing

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