Good Friends
It would have been interesting
to meet my mom
years later
when everything made sense.
It would have been interesting to see her
for the woman she had been before,
not the actual one who appeared, broken,
just in time for me to show up.
She must have been so wonderful.
None of it was her fault,
and at the same time, it was,
the situation enormously unfair
to everyone.
I just think it’s too bad.
It might have even been possible
for us to be friends
once it all washed out.