Graduation was a thing of the past
I was
free
at
last.
Long summer days and even longer summer nights
spent
on the beach
around
the
fire.
Staying out all night
seeing
my
mom
the
next morning
after
she
spent
a sleepless
night
worrying.
How I long to be 18 again...
to erase those 20 years from my mother's face and see her young again.
To see her stand up straight without pain...
to wipe away the cobwebs of uncertainty
that have grown
in
her
mind.
I don't want to be young again to do things over...
I want to have my mom back
the
way
she
was
when I was young.
I miss her laugh most of all.