Mom Gives Me a Clue
My mother sat on the couch watching
Me as I cried – for the millionth time
“He’s a man, honey, and
He has to do what he believes is
The right thing — and aren’t you proud
Of him for that?”
I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath
Before answering her.
“Mom, I have known all along WHAT
He was doing and WHY he has to do it.
And of course I’m proud of him —
I’ve always known who he was, I just…”
More tears poured from my eyes
And I covered them in shame.
“I know what really upsets you, Robin.”
Looking through the veil of my hair,
I whispered, “What?”
Seriously doubting she had a single clue –
Wondering if I even knew.
“You’re really worried about HIM,
About what this is doing to him…You saw
Where he was before – where he’s been every time
He’s reached out for you.
You’re afraid he’ll stop taking care of himself,
That he will drift away again.
That he will give up – that he will
Allow himself to die;
That maybe you hadn’t time to give him enough
To last him forever…”
I looked up, startled
To realize that she was right.
The tears continued
And my heart began to slow.
But how vain am I to think I mattered that much?
Sometimes when I scream –
And sometimes when I dream –
I don’t hear ME.
I hear HIM.
And I know that I did.
No matter what anyone says.