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
Copyright © Judy Bausch | Year Posted 2024
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