Do you know how you end up on a one on one conversation with someone?
That person happens to be your mom and it’s just the two of you in a really big room and the emotions are boiling.
Sometimes you are chatting for hours together.
Sometimes you’re scolded.
Sometimes you make secrets to stay out of trouble from Dad.
But no matter what the conversation was about, it was important.
Whether they were small conversations about how work was or big conversations about financial responsibilities and, “I told you so-s.”
They were important.
Mother, I’m writing this for you in the future.
Because this is how much I love you.
My mother raised men.
My mother raised men without war—men of respect and integrity.
My mother scolded for the important issues.
If I could I would borrow money from my friends, fans, and Dad to take her out on her birthdays.
You’d do what you can to keep her happy.
Not that’d she’d be scary if she wasn’t because it always is.
But because mothers have the best smiles don’t they.
The joy that radiates throughout the millions of light years away.
The soft skin at the side of her eyes begins to relax and by God, I’m grateful to witness it as much as I humanly can.
My mother taught me what love can feel like and what unconditional love can feel like.
So what if you go broke treating her for her birthday or Mother’s Day.
She’ll scold you for spending it on things that die.
But that love’s unconditional mom.
Didn’t you teach me that?
That is how much I love you.
Because that is the best that I can do right now as a 21 year old college boy.
For what you have done for me was raise me for those 21 years.
And I’m still trying.
I still can’t pay for certain things—I still can’t get a job.
But you don’t hold that against me so strongly.
And when you do, it’s a soft reminder.
Just now you walked in after work.
At 2:30 in the morning.
After a hard day’s work.
So I can go to school.
Mother there is nothing in the world that I could offer you than love because love is the remedy of sacrifice you have given me.
To see you happy when I do succeed is the ultimate “house chore” I will not complain about.
You see I believe that love can reconcile sacrifices.
You’ve taught me to love who I will be sacrificing for.
Not only just who is here now.
You’re teaching me to love my kin.
To love, yes.
Mother, I will never give up on you.
And this poem goes out to you.
—a.c. May 18th, 2019. 3:07 AM
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