when everything,
my world,
began to shake,
i could feel my balance slip,
i called.
i called for you,
softly,
barely able to stand,
i called the only word i could,
with childlike desire,
“mom”
i didn’t dare say more,
besides quietly,
frightened,
ashamed,
call out for you.
while the adrenaline ran,
i began to stumble,
unable to catch myself,
and when i went down,
down grasping,
begging,
i called for you.
“mom”
unable to muster the energy,
the loud cry,
my call for you was as it always is,
weak and unheard.
even now,
effects wearing down,
the cry remains.
silent,
in my mind,
“mom.”