Hello! I want to share this childhood memory, a little sad for mother’s day but this is the first memory I have of how much my mother loves me. 😭😭😭

1997

My mother lost balance as I
Tugged her hand, running
Towards the ice cream truck.
The dual dismay of the dessert bar
Fleeing and mother’s left eye
Bleeding from the fall. She had to
See New York through tinted lens
And I through the trauma of never
Holding anyone’s hand too tight.
No one should fall flat on the floor
During a vacation. It still lives through
photo albums, even the fullness of her
Smile could not hide the hematoma peeking
Though sunglasses. My Mother would always
Say it is fine. Even when it is not. She is rational
But never fully harsh. Whatever shallow remorse a seven year old could or could not show, or duties a thirty year old child conveniently
Neglects, a mother will always love.

I love you, Mom! I will do better!! I have the strength to do better because of you.