Momma’s Girl

Your talks were not always tender. But, the love you gave will always be remembered. Something special about this particular one. It was a beautiful day because you were unusually gentle with your words. Asking, "Carmen, what is it you fear most?"

It hit me like a brick. The words to my answer thick in my throat. Instead tears began to flow. All I've ever known began to flow freely from me. As if releasing a weight too heavy to bare. Yet, I'd never known it was there. Not until I let go.

"You, I began to say as I wiped my tears back, "Not living up to your expectations. Yeah, it's always been you Mom. I want to make you proud."

Moms been gone now a little over a year and I've found I have another fear.

Will I see Mom again once It's my time to leave here?