Forgive me Mom...

Near you, New York City NY

09 April, 2022

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At 6, I sat on my mothers knee by the Christmas tree on new years eve. Midnight struck and Mom picked me up with a great big hug. At 16, too cool to stay at home. No more New Years with Mom, even though she begged me so. At 26, I moved to another state. Only saw Mom every now and then. At 36, a job promotion came that took me far away, Mom cried, "please stay..." No way... At 46, still far away, and Mom wept every now and then. At 56, Mom died, and you know I didn't even cry. At 66, Mom's gone, and Dad's in a home, soon to go. I crave days gone by playing with my cousins on New Year's eve by the Christmas tree when I was six years old. I was so young, hugged by my Mom when the ball dropped, and seeing her cry tears of joy on new years eve. How I remember the warmth of her face pressed against mine, so long ago. It's over a decade since Mom died, and then one day I just cried and cried and cried, thinking about her and days gone by. One day we will all be gone, so I tell you this, show your love, because someday you will be old, and maybe be all alone, just as I left my Mom alone, and so it goes. How I wish I was six years old...