Shopping

We used to go shopping you and I. Sometimes remembering I start to cry. Those happy times, the fun of the past, I didn’t realize it wouldn’t last. I miss you, the YOU that was you Not this distant lost soul I can’t even talk to To share my opinion on the news of the day. You think its best if I stay away. If I made you worse it’d be a shame, and I hate it you think your mother’s to blame For some of your sickness, your state of despair. Is it all because I rolled your hair? This all sounds trivial and yet As your mom, I have regrets. If I could do over, I surely would; I would be better, I know I could, And we’d go shopping like we used to do. We’d look at jeans, we’d look at shoes, And we’d enjoy the bond we share. You’d know I love you; I’ll always care. Until then, I’ll step back, stay out of your way Hoping you’ll invite me to go Shopping one day. ~ Judy Bausch