Someday My Friends May All Be Mothers

and what will I do?

Someday you’ll all be mothers.

Well

Maybe not

But someday maybe you will all be mothers and I will still think of you the way you look in this moment 

Someday when you’re folding the edges of a blue tablecloth in your house

with the big windows

When you’re sitting at a kitchen table with your head in your hands

over a credit card bill

Someday when you have the last name

of someone with a white Corolla that never knew you

how I think of you

Someday when you take off a diamond ring to wash out your best glasses

for a dinner party

When you’re late for your three o’clock meeting

because you spilled your free hotel coffee on your skirt

Someday when you have loved and lost and cried and started again and built and destroyed and smiled and spent and earned and called and emailed and missed out and married and divorced and cut your hair and grew it out and cut it and grew it out and cut it and stopped and quit jobs and owed money and been promoted and found old photos and fixed your favorite sweaters and replaced your brakes and cooked and cleaned and lived for years and years over since

This will still be the way I think of you 

Pushing and laughing 

Running and stumbling

Hands in the air with your eyes closed shoulder to shoulder with a hundred people under the disco lights 

Together today and tomorrow and the next day

The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen

That’s how I will remember you. Will you still think of me? Will you remember me? I Will remember you always.