Ma, in our next lifetime, let me carry you

Ma, in our next lifetime, let me be your mother.

Let me be the one who holds you first. Before the nurses. Before the paperwork. Before anyone tells you what you’re worth or what you’re supposed to become. Let me be the arms that find you before you learn that arms don’t always come.

I want to give you the thing no one gave you. Not the food. Not the roof…