worse than that

It's worse that the stinky diapers she changed, the boo boos she kissed better and the tears she wiped away.

It's worse than when I told her she didn't understand, told her she was always wrong and didn't listen to her.

It's worse than living 1784 miles apart, than missing her everyday, and not telling her I love her often enough.

Eight days ago, I forgot to tell the world how much I love my mom on her special day.

I love you, Mom. Happy (belated) Birthday!


{me and mom, 1978}