January 15, I’ll come home soon, promise

we met
30 years ago
in a hospital with no name
or well, it had a name
I just don’t remember it

there are alot of things
I don’t remember

like your middle name
your birthday
or your constant hypocondria

but yeah,
I still call you every day
just to make sure that
you are okay
and to hear your voice
berating me for the choices
I made in life
I love you,
mom.