She wasted a lot of time fretting, braiding her hair, and doing her studies all over the place.
What amount of sleep did she lose. eagerly anticipating my return home,
Key in the lock, lights out, high heels shuffling.
Just by looking at mine, how many heartbreaks did she endure.
As I hurried to be somewhere, there was a comforting consistency that was always present.
The joy Mom feels for me moving, living, and being loved is constant.
I now want to give her so many things, starting with my time.
