This morning, at 5 AM
my mother walked into my room
and covered me with an extra blanket
she said she was worried
I'd be cold.
She asked me if I wanted a glass of water.
I told her just to shut the door because the light was hurting my eyes.
She knows, however, that I sleep
with many blankets
and the one, thin, small thing she brought to me could not have made a difference
and yet she awoke at 5 in the morning and came to my room to cover me
and I wanted to reach up my arms
pull her in to my bed
and tell her I am sorry
that she is so unhappy
because I am unhappy too.
I wanted to tell her I'm sorry that her life did not turn out as expected
because my life is not turning out either
and I just wanted to tell her I understand that she hurts and to comfort her because her, in my room at 5 AM makes me cry a day later,
and feel a bit warmer,
though not because of the blanket.

03/15/2002

Posted on 03/15/2002
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