Mama

It's mama's birthday. She turns fifty today. She's been through a lot all, these fifty years, and that's just what I've known, not the stuff that I never knew. She may have probably missed a lot of life (who lives life to the fullest?), she may have some regrets, she may have not. She may have ended up not where she wanted.

She may have ended up with a couple of kids who did the "it" and followed through, and one that did not, the maybe-potentially-gifted-but-practically-disappointment. I may be all day in my dungeon, buried in my solitude, I may be away for a week, but let me tell you this, mama. You're the coolest chick I've ever met, and you're the reason that keeps me from falling apart, and keeps me hoping that I'll make it somehow in the end, and I love you these days even more.