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