Three.
“It’s too high” I wailed.
“Jump” she said from the crystal pool.
“I can’t I’m scared.”
“I’m here” she cooed “I’ll catch you.”
I did and she did.
Seven
“I don’t want to” I kicked
“Go” she said from the cars window.
“No, it’s lame”
“I’ll be here when you’re finished”
I went and she was
Sixteen
“I can’t” I frustrated
“ It’s easy” she said from over my shoulder
“No, it’s stupid”
“I’ll help, let me show you”
I tried and she taught
Twenty One
“I want to” I planned
“You can” she said from inside the phone
“But, it’s so far”
“I’m a call away, I’m proud of you”
I went and she was.
Twenty Five
“I’m scared” she said
“It will be fine” I reassured from the hospital chair
“But it isn’t good”
“Im here for you, the meds will work”
She believed and they didn’t
Twenty Seven
“It’s over” she whispered
“I know” I sobbed from the foot of the bed
“It’s my time to leave”
“It’s been a rough two years, you can rest now”
She did and I crumbled
Thirty Two
“I’m hurting” I thought
“....”
“I have to be strong”
“....”
So I try because she watches
Tomorrow is the day she left. It’s hitting me today though. I can only hope that means tomorrow will be easier. This is the first time I’ve written about her and it’s not an easy write. I miss you mom.