My mother never got to see the good person I could so clearly have been
Never got to see people tell her of her son’s great accomplishments, his right-doings, endless smiles loaned to a thousand people
Never got to bask in her pride, to think of him and for her heart to skip and jump and settle itself comfortably
She got to see a disaster area, cracked and caged and waiting to be freed only the film reel of his life had turned out too difficult altogether to better him by the end
They put in the wrong film