My eyes tear up...
Not because I am sad, but because I am grateful.
Not because I miss you, but because I love you.
Not because I am guilty, but because I am far away...
Someday. I will not be able to call you anymore,
and while today I miss hearing your thoughts,
I will then miss hearing your voice, and your laughter.
Someday I will not be able to hold you anymore,
and while today I miss feeling your hugs,
I will then miss holding your hand, and kissing your smile.
Someday you will no longer be here...
And,
I may regret the distance that drove the frequency of my visits...
I may regret the illness that took the volition from your heart...
And,
my eyes will tear up, not because I am sad, but because I am grateful...
that you were my mother
that you taught me love
that you gave me life...
in harmony,
Nestor