A Wish Toward My Mother

I wish I would have spent more time appreciating you Listening to you, enjoying you, but I was selfish. I was eager to do my own things, to play in other places. I could have come more often, but I thought we would have a lot more time. I expected you to live to be a hundred and twelve like your great aunt. This was totally not you, I had no idea you were this sick. I am torn up wishing I had known, but then again, maybe it would have been worse To see you like that. You were always so vital, joyful, and funny, you were energetic. Could I have stood to have seen you much more like you were in the end? I really don’t know. I just wish we had one more day, so I could dump my heart on you.