I’m sorry, mother

burdened by the weight of the world
we forgot how to exist outside the parameters of death and taxes
beginning to treat the inevitable as impending instead of
the moments between the inevitable
as living
youth exists far wiser than we,
for how much is experience and knowledge worth if that
“wisdom”
is gained through losing the promise of
untouched joy

i’m sorry i blamed you, mother
i believe now
i understand.