I wish I didn’t obsess about

inheriting my mom’s negativity.

I wish I could recall her rubbing my chest with Vicks

When I couldn’t breathe.

 I wish I didn’t get bored

When I went to T.J. Max

and she asked me which dress I liked more?

I wish that when she was recuperating from her mastectomy

That I didn’t ask her to leave after six weeks.

I wish I could remember being in her womb

Nourishing me with her love before I was born.

I wish I didn’t think that our relationship had gotten toxic

When she lived with me for the last seven years of her life.

I wish I didn’t worry about getting

Her louie body dementia.

I wish I could have made her happy

Before she died.