mother’s grave

 

you can’t hold to
memories you don’t have
the life you haven’t lived
stories that were never written

I wish I could
be angry at her
be mad about everything
throw tantrums for nothing
for her to tell me
that everything will be alright

I wish I had
a grave where I could go every day
flowers I could give to her
a voice that could tell her
that I love her

but
every morning when I wake up
I realize
you can’t hold to
memories you don’t have
and life you haven’t lived