My Childhood Dream

I once had a dream

That when I grew up to be as tall as my mom

And when she would shrink in old age as small as me

I’d carry her on my back.

I’d bring her wherever she wanted to go.

I’d take care of her night and day

Just like she took care of me.

I would make sure that I would get

The privilege of taking care of her in old age;

Not my brother,

Not my sister,


That privilege would be mine.

But I was only five then

And of course dreams at age five

Hardly ever last.

So here I am today

Exactly as tall as

My mom was back then

Who will forever be as tall as

She was back then.


written to the sounds of “Train” by Younger Brother.

rest in peace mom. your beauty lives on every day in all of your children, i promise. 10.08.98

my beautiful mom

my beautiful mom


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