I am beginning to hear the age in my mother’s voice.
The stress hidden in each syllable.
Years of rigorous work can be found in her words.
I never realized moms get older.
They never want to mention their age,
So I figured they didn’t have one.
That they live forever.
Just my imagination.
Time passes by
And passes by no one.
I was ignorant to the fact I’m not the only one getting older,
Until I heard her voice.
So soft that it screamed at me.
My mother is strong
But something is wrong.
I owe her.
The only thing stronger than invincibility is time
And time is beginning to take its toll on my Mrs. Invincible.
I owe her.
It hurts to think I’m part of what stresses her out.
She’s supposed to worry about me,
But there’s too many times that I’ve made her worry more.
Now I worry about her.
The age is beginning to show.
My mama fine.
But I can hear it in her voice.
Stress hidden in each syllable.
Years of rigorous work found in her words.
I need to give her the world.
I need to give her everything, and I will.
I just wish I could give her more time.
Enough time to see me fulfill my dreams and make her proud.
To show her I’m not crazy.
I am not afraid of death,
I am terrified of life without my mother.
I wish I could trade spots with her.
Just so she could have her youth back.
So she can be happy.
So she can be stress-free.
She deserves it.
So I have to go out and get it.
Before its too late…